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March 11, 2004-5:01 a.m. I think that I am really going to enjoy the new job once I get the hang of things. We are getting to do a lot of things that I wouldn't get to do as a regular claims processor and that's kind of exciting. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Yesterday at lunchtime, I had to go to the bank so I decided that I would eat something fast food instead of bringing my lunch. I made my deposit and then headed to the Arby's next door. There was lots of traffic in the parking lot and I was already a bit addled by the new job and so I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been. I somehow side-swiped the bed of my truck against a big red post they had in the drive-thru. Now I have bright red paint on my white truck. I'm still kicking myself over it. Luckily there are no dents so Daddy said I could remove the hideous scar with rubbing compound. I guess we all know what I'll be doing this weekend. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
