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March 03, 2003-9:44 p.m. We moved our desks again at work. Can a change in supervisor be far behind? I was the last person on my team to move because there was no computer on the desk I was moving to. This morning a Sa-land fan in IS set me up with a brand spanking new computer! Not just the box either. New monitor. New Keyboard. New mouse. Never before used. And they all match! I�m way too easily excited over the small stuff. *Sa throws kisses to IS fan* As a result of the move, I�m now printing at the printer right next to Helen�s desk. Helen now has a team of new hires diligently trained by the trucker�s daughter. This afternoon I was over at the printer picking up my printout and an older man on his team was telling Helen about how some guy �is in Huntsville* just like my son is in Huntsville only in a different building.� *Huntsville is a city near Houston with a huge penal institution. Texas� death row is housed there. A little later after the man has left work for the day, I had to get another printout and I mentioned to Helen how amazed I was that the man was so upfront and out there with his family�s troubles. Helen concurs saying that the man is new, just out on the floor from training, blah, blah blah. Sa: �I bet he and the trucker�s daughter really bonded over those prison stories.� Helen: �That�s what I love about you!�
**Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
