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Monday December 17 2001 - 8:11 p.m. It has not been an entire week and some. No, it has not. Gaaahhhh me. Work is... I can't even finish that sentence. I don't have the words. But I'm bitter. Know that much. Last Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I worked until about midnight. I was made fun of by my co-workers, the lovely Australians, because I was so tired. "You've put in, what...a thirteen hour day? That isn't that long in our line of work," they said. "This isn't my line of work," I told them. They didn't have a response to that. I mean, yeah, I'm working there and stuff (and burritos...and monkeys...thanks, Louise, you've broken my brain), but it isn't my line of work, damn you all to hell. Event merchandising is something the Marquis de Sade made up to get off. I know it. And I have to work six day weeks. I know, I know, I'm a wuss and a whiner and other people have harder jobs. But I'm bitter at this moment. Back off me, man. It's okay though. I only have...what? Three more months? Games time will be hell. And that's all I have to say about that. By the way, I really do love the Australians. They rock my ass six ways to Sunday. They're fucking pirates. In other news, hello again Stephen, if you happen to stop by. It's nice to hear from you again, my love. And also, I apologize in advance if this offends anyone, but that song I Love the Way You Love Me, I want to hit myself on the head with something large every time I hear that song. There are so many things wrong with that song. Yep, that's about it for the moment. I'm sure I'll have more bitching to do about work soon. And I'm also sure you can't wait. Thinking about starting up a love slave group of security guys,
-Mlle R
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