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Friday,
February 4, 2005
You know there's something wrong. . .
When your boss stops by your cubicle at the end of the day and says, "Go home already." If I haven't mentioned this before, I do have a marvelous manager. Unfortunately, I also have a shitload of work that needs to be done by next week, so it looks like I'll be spending at least one day in the office this weekend. Weelah.
On the plus side, at least I'll be alone in the office, which would be a goodness right now because the place currently sounds like the Chronic section of the TB ward (as opposed to the Acute section, which is what it sounds like normally). I can only assume that 75% of the people on my row are sick, judging from the, erm, liquid noises coming from the various cubicles. Normally I'd just clamp my headphones on and ignore it, but since I have to do some sound editing work, there are gaps of silence where I get to hear all the snorts, throat clearings and hawking noises. Lovely. I may start passing out Sudafed in the mornings.
And yes, I know this weekend is Superbowl weekend. If the Bears aren't playing, I don't particularly care (the Pats versus the Eagles? Snore). Anyway, onwards to the weekend.