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Sunday morning
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iibnf! Your party sounded wonderful.
We had a bonfire party last night. Thank god A turned up with a palette he found in a skip on the way here, otherwise I would've had to start throwing the furniture on from sheer embarrassment. Note: don't invite people over for a bonfire party if you've got no wood. Silly Louise.
I hate going to work. I know that sounds ungrateful, especially after I waited so long for an opportunity like this. But if I was doing the job Iwas hired for I'd be happy. But I'm not. The time I should be spending managing the research I'm spending sorting out technical issues with the website: problems that the website shouldn't have. Consequently we're falling behind. All the web problems: it's not my fault yet I can still manage to make myself feel guilty about it. The sites won't be ready for the boss's deadlines. She understands why: that we've had to accomodate errors made by the Company That Shall Not Be Named. But it's hard not to feel depressed that the project's not going well. And I'm really not looking forward to visiting the company on Thursday. They're probably pissed off with us and we're certainly pissed off with them and let me put it this way, my boss is very, um, upfront. There'll be blood on the carpet in the Executive Training Suite.
iibnf! Your party sounded wonderful. We had a bonfire party last night. Thank god A turned up with a palette he found in a skip on the way here, otherwise I would've had to start throwing the furniture on from sheer embarrassment. Note: don't invite people over for a bonfire party if you've got no wood. Silly Louise.
I hate going to work. I know that sounds ungrateful, especially after I waited so long for an opportunity like this. But if I was doing the job Iwas hired for I'd be happy. But I'm not. The time I should be spending managing the research I'm spending sorting out technical issues with the website: problems that the website shouldn't have. Consequently we're falling behind. All the web problems: it's not my fault yet I can still manage to make myself feel guilty about it. The sites won't be ready for the boss's deadlines. She understands why: that we've had to accomodate errors made by the Company That Shall Not Be Named. But it's hard not to feel depressed that the project's not going well. And I'm really not looking forward to visiting the company on Thursday. They're probably pissed off with us and we're certainly pissed off with them and let me put it this way, my boss is very, um, upfront. There'll be blood on the carpet in the Executive Training Suite.