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April 02, 2002-8:28 p.m. I received an email from my sister questioning the veracity of my disclaimer, y�all. Geez, what is the world coming to when your own sister sends you an email with the subject line reading, �Liar! Liar!� The trucker�s daughter was at work today and the subject of some discussion amongst the technical staff. The trucker�s daughter has an ergonomic keyboard in order to accommodate her *imagined* tendonitis/carpal tunnel. The keyboard is the property of the insurance company and if it has to be moved, someone from the technical staff has to move it. Since TD will be spending a goodly part of her time in the training room, she requested that the keyboard be moved to the computer she uses there. Evidently, since she spends half of her time in training and the other half (which today consisted of a grand total of fifteen minutes) at her desk, she requested that they move the keyboard back and forth each day. They declined. You�ll find TD�s portrait next to the word �megalomaniac� in the dictionary. They subsequently also declined to purchase a second keyboard for her since the present arrangement is only supposed to last for the next eight weeks. You know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be privy to the goings-on inside that head for even five minutes. Of course, if it depended upon me keeping quiet and not bursting into peals of uncontrollable laughter, I�d never make it. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
