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Monday, December 3, 2007

So today was Gladys' first day of work. How impossibly unfair that she has a computer to use during work. One of my main duty is to photocopy and I managed to jam the machine today. I seem to do it on a weekly basis... (unintended, though).

& I hate my brother. For everything. My mother said I don't respect him.

He didn't earn the respect.

Why I love my job:
They are good looking guys to ogle at.
They are also funny.
I get to know what companies are shipping.
I also get to jam the photocopier machine (HEY HOW MANY OF YOU ACTUALLY JAMMED IT BEFORE HUH?!)
Being very amused by Hercules' GIGANTIC body. Very.



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself