its friday afternoon so they said "hey its friday afternoon, the phones are dead, we'll forward the calls to reception to your phone so you don't have to leave your desk". "excellent" i said because i'm really fucking busy and haven't get the time to sit twiddling my thumbs on reception like i did all yesterday. it's 2.33pm. i've just drank a large glass of water. i can't leave my fucking desk to go to the loo because someone might call reception and will be forwarded to my phone and someone has to be here to answer. this is getting so crazy that i'm beyond being pissed off.
2:31 p.m. - November 26, 2004
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