the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:04 p.m. + 2003-07-15 = workwhittering.
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((goal for august: not to catch strep, promote strep-free living since in past months it has become a dangerously co-dependent-esque relationship.))
where was i? does it matter? thought not.
oh yay. have just been promoted to phone-answerer-if-amanda-is-in-toilet-and/or-unavailable. amazing, i just climb and climb this dismal ladder of admissions phoning.
a fantastic job. 7.15/hour to make a few phonecalls. most aren't home AND i have fear of phone conversation so it takes me a good hour to work up the near to dial the entire number... and by then i've forgotten to dial 9 and 1 to get an outside longdistance line, so i end up back in starting position: folding starburst wrappers in hopes that phone-courage comes to boil, remove from heat, stir, cover. it'll all be okay.
oh hi. nearly time for trivia bout #2... if i win... my eye is on a kitkat.
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