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6:00am. That's what the clock says.

I get up, realizing that I am wide awake.

Strange, considering that I was at work until almost midnight. (It's weird to be the absolute last person to leave the building for the night)

I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower. (I let it run for a few minutes.)

I don't like a cold bathroom, so I let the steam build up. (I really do not like to get out of a hot shower to a cold bathroom)

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6:45am. hmm. it's only a quarter to seven and I'm ready for work.

I think I'll just close my eyes for a mi-

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DAMN.

8:19am (get up, stupid!)

there goes getting into work early.

now my hair is ruffled - I have to redo it. (the new hair product smells nice)

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8:36am. traffic is bad. the people in this city drive slow to begin with, but today is ridiculous. (someone mentioned to me that tickets in this state start at $250.00 and go up from there)

radio says there was an accident that just cleared up a few minutes ago. whatever. these people still can't drive.

why doesn't any radio station play more than one song in a row in the morning.

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8:39am. stupid jerk. what's the point of passing me on the right and cutting me off just to wait behind the car that was slowing me down? (there's never a good excuse to cut someone off. pay more attention and you won't have to draw attention to yourself)

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8:47am. good thing I'm not wearing a coat. I'm still good because I beat my managers in, but it's always better to look inconspicuous. if I'm walking around without a coat I can pretend to have been here for a while. No one really pays attention to what I do, as long as what I do gets done.

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9 something am. work work work. (I don't remember everything that I do. you probably wouldn't be interested)

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10:45am. I can't wait for lunch. I can't wait for 2:00pm

I just want to get home. working late isn't so bad when you haven't got anything else to do, but when you are this close to freedom, it's that much harder to wait.

I still have a shitload of work to do.

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11:15am. It's a nice day to walk to lunch. So we do. Man, should not have had that red bull 10 minutes ago... no appetite.

fight through it. get the nachos, that seems simple. (too many, so I have to take the rest back - like always - I can never seem to eat a lot at once if it's not ice cream...)

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1:12pm. no one is here that cares what I do. Everything I have to do needs to wait until Monday night. I'm gone in 20.

I did my 40... they can't complain about the work I'm doing.

fair trade.

I put my hours in.

they pay me.

go this survey off pam's blog... just need a quick distraction from work for a minute so I can refocus...

It would be interesting to see what everyone says...

How well do you know me? For instance, did you know...

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1.lifeguard
2.dj
3.chemical engineer co-op
4.computer consultant

Four movies you could watch over and over:
1.The Princess Bride
2.The Matrix
3.Clue
4.Sneakers

Four places you have lived:
1.St. Clair Shores
2.Detroit
3.Grand Rapids
4.Midland

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1.battlestar galactica
2.csi (any version) ncis
3.house monk
4.smallville stargate (any version) law and order (any version)

Four places you have been on vacation:
1.fiji
2.philippines
3.rome
4.alaska

Four websites I visit daily (or often):
1.babiegoose.com and all blogs linked therein
2.wikipedia
3.gmail/google
4.imdb

Four of my favorite foods:
1.sinigang
2.lasagna
3.coney dogs
4.anything that lorie cooks

Four places I would rather be right now:
1.with lorie in fiji
2.with lorie in florida
3.with lorie in boracay
4.with lorie with our families

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you know... there isn't all that much stuff in this survey. it was just a nice little distraction from work...

I've since graduated from the grande caramel mocha to the venti...

I figured - eh - what's another quarter?

so... back to work...

I was at the airport last night waiting for them to open up the gate so that we could board...

there were a number of passengers that were standing around the entrace to the line to the gate shifting their gaze occaisionally as to not make eye contact with any other passenger.

I guess it was enough that everyone was [essentially] invading everyone elses personal space, so to decrease the uneasiness of the situation, the gaze shifting is the cousin to the staring at the eleveator numbers...

if eye contact is ever made, the polite half-lip smile and nod [sometimes with an accompanying half-tip-toe lift] is executed and the offending eye contact is immediately broken...

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it's getting to the point where I can recognize the pilots voices for the flight, the attendants at the gate, as well as a few of the flight attendants...

of course I try to erase that from my memory as to diminish the patheticity* of my situation...

if I don't, I'd probably cry myself to sleep at night...

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of course, it's not as bad as I make it sound - mostly I'm just trying to garner sympathy, but honestly if it were I problem, I would definitely not be the type of person to let sleeping rabid dogs lie...

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lorie comes home today.

I'm so excited to see her... :-)

on Thursday... :-(

it will be the first Thursday in a long time that we get to spend together without poker getting in the way...

kimmie is picking me up, but is most likely going to go to anna and eric's to babysit isaiah...

of course, depending on whether we have dinner with them on thursday remains to be seen... that will be nice, because it's been the only time I've been able to see my mom lately...

[sigh]

boring tanget - my apologies...

::: ::: :::

Bonus: I get to wear the beads that she brought back from New Orleans...

[she can tell you the story about how she got them - it's not nearly as scandalous as you might think]