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August 20, 2003
Must... Control... Fist... Of... Death...
Sigh. And today was going so well. My supervision with my boss went well, and the only 'complaint' that had come up wasn't my problem at all. I got on the computer and got lots done (for a change).
Then a call from an old woman who should have had a flashing doorbell fixed. Ages ago. I sent the order off, and everything. I hate this job!
Still, other things have gone well this past few days, well, apart from Sunday just being me and James up here as Andrew didn't come (probably off LAN partying in Bridlington!). I bet he's pissed that we forgot his birthday... oddly enough, we know it is this month, but he doesn't tell us when it is... strange as its not like he's as old as at least two of the other idiots! Would we rag him about the stairlift he's having fitted next week? Well, yeah, but then he deserves it, the camping, sniping git!
Hmm - now to get down to the flash intro... by the weekend expect to meet Horace, the first Badger of the Month! Well, two months. Probably.
Posted by Badgers at August 20, 2003 06:55 PM