Aug. 21st, 2002 10:50 am
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Okay, so this morning, I'm working myself up for a much better day at work. I dressed nice but comfortable, no stupid blouses with buttons that come undone at the wrong time, packed extra Pepsi in case they get stolen again, everything I could think of to make sure to not have a repeat of Monday.

I get in to the office, and it's a DISASTER. There are speakers and wires and computer bits everywhere. What the heck?!? Turns out, the meetings for today have been moved, and I supposed to spend today MOVING FURNATURE. In my dress shoes and skirt. Right.

So, now I have to make do until Charles shows up with my jeans and tennis shoes (thank God for patient men!), and I'm really ticked off. Tom (the boss) has already given me the speech about checking my email as soon as I get up in the morning, just in case there has been a change of plans; why didn't he give me the heads up? Grrrrr.
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Well, my sister brought up a good point. I got a whole bunch of things out of the way yesterday: the Monday, the First Day, and the Weird Occurances day at work. So now, all that is out of the way, and I don't have to worry about it any more. When I look at it that way, it's not so bad!

Besides which, I don't have to go in today after all. The filing cabinet won't be there until Thursday, and I can't very well reorganize the filing system without it. So, I get to clean up the disaster that is my apartment, and go fabric shopping with Jen instead. Good deal. I can keep my date with Tanya tonight, too.

I'm making Charles nervous. He's really worried I'm going to start spilling his deepest, darkest secrets on here. You'd think he'd know better by now! Whatever; if he's really worried about it, he can figure out how to get in here and read it for himself.
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I don't know how I used to do it. Working a full day, coming home, making dinner, doing homework...how on earth did I survive college, if one day makes me feel like I've been run over by a truck?

I'm so glad I don't have to be in until 1 tomorrow afternoon. Sure, I'll probably have to be there until 7 or something, thereby screwing up girl's night with Tanya, but I'll make it up to her somehow. (Any ideas, dear?)

The nice thing is, Charles is so happy I'm working, he's in the kitchen making dinner right now. Sure, he worked today too, but at home, on the couch, which is entirely different. How bizarre, that we work for the same person, and only one of us goes to the office!


Aug. 19th, 2002 09:37 am
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You know, I've been hanging around work with Charles for years (it's the only way to see him sometimes), but now that I'm here and he isn't, I feel sick.

It's not like I can really screw anything up. I'm really just the coffee girl today: wear skirt, serve coffee, get out of way. But my stomach is all upset, and I'm sweating. What the heck?!?

Stupid nerves.


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