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Friday, December 09, 2005
I got a call this morning from Mr. High Anxiety (new-ish character), telling me that he wasn't going to be coming in, but that first thing when I got in, I should continue to badger clients about meetings. It's great that he has kids as an excuse. Those of us without immediate families have it so lucky, that we don't get snowdays and have no excuse not to come in on holidays. SHE and I should have a little rugrat just to get some time off. I left home late, fuck him, and waited 30 minutes for the bus, in the snow. I saw about, oh, I'd say, 10 go the opposite direction, but none mine. Fine. Fuckit. I need to move to California. Now I'm here. Making the calls. Guess what? Our clients didn't make their staff come in, did they? No.
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