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November 14, 2002
Gossip from the Lounge...
Well, we've made it through half the week, it's all downhill now! Actually, I hope things start looking UP in some respects. I have had a HORRIBLE time with my allergies this week. I swear, I've blown a gallon of snot out of my nose. It's not infected looking, so I think that it's only allergies and nothing viral (for now) so keep your fingers (or whatever) crossed for me. HEY! I gotta confess something to you. Move closer to the screen, so I don't have to shout, okay? Closer... Okay I love it when people leave me comments! Please... feel free to do so. Thanks. I'm settling into my new hours and responsibilities at work quite well, thank you. I've had several good meetings with my new boss, and it's going to work out better than I dreamed. I'm SO happy job-wise right now, I could BURST. I'm very, very lucky. I was talking to Kat on the phone yesterday, and she is not so lucky. She described my office as "theraputic". Just because we discuss goals all the time, and have a psychologist on staff just for the staff, and... Okay, maybe it IS thereputic. Those who know me best understand that it's a VERY GOOD thing that I have a therapist at my disposal should I need her. Not that I don't have my own, I'm just sayin'... In other news, I had pad Thai for dinner, and I ASTOUNDED myself by just naturally picking up the chopsticks on the tray and eating with them. I was about halfway through before I realized what I was doing. It used to be such a struggle to eat with those damn things, and now... I don't even notice. Just what I need... to be better at eating. I had planned my first gathering for the Bears on Friday. My favorite bartender had agreed to host us during his shift, and was going to cook us food, and allow us to use the roof patio (which ROCKS). On Tuesday, a friend of mine called me and said that he'd tried to call Thomas and they had told him that "he's no longer with the company." I had just emailed 130 people and invited them! I could have gone ahead with the party, in fact, after I went in person and talked to the other staff members (who also know me), they agreed to do ALMOST what Thomas was going to for me, but my heart's not in it, so I'm going to cancel... (There was no drama in Thomas leaving... he has decided to take a long-deserved break for a while.) I didn't think I had anything to say, and I was right. Of course, I took ten paragraphs to tell you about my nothing. I'm so Seinfeld sometimes... the Online Journal about nothing! Posted by timbrat • 07:40 AM
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a ti te guesta el pene , porque eres um mocoso . te odio , puta madre !!! Posted by: mariam on January 8, 2004 05:33 PM
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