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August 21, 2002-8:44 p.m. Mwahahahahaha! I foiled counting lady yet again with the same project that occupied much of my time yesterday! She was forced to sit with my assistant. Too bad I don�t have a plan in place for tomorrow! Actually, I think that this is going to be a good thing in the long run. It�s just that I really don�t like having someone looking over my shoulder. Ooh, I had a prot�g� sighting today! It seems the business segment that she moved to has been relocated to our building. I can�t tell you how very verklempt it makes me when I stop to think that she�s been in the building for three days now and hasn�t even stopped by my desk to say hi. Sarcasm, people! I�m wondering whether I should be alarmed by the fact that while I�ve been able to cobble together two dinners for myself in the past two days, both of these meals have been accompanied by beer. Maybe it�s the stress of having to make these weighty culinary decisions each night. You know, which can should I open, what frozen thing should I microwave, that sort of thing. I am actually quite proud of the fact that I haven�t made any meals out of a bagel yet this week. ~Note to Self: Beer doesn't necessarily improve the quality of your entries~ **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
