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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.