Pitas { . } Past

Sunday, July 21, 2002 If Maria talks as much tonight as she did in the last few nights, I shall slay her.

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Monday, July 15, 2002 Just tired. We got a new colleague at work who's just taking the last shred of patience out of me that I ever possessed. She's...she just talks too much. I worked the nightshifts with her this last week, and I now know more about this woman's sex life than I ever wanted to know about anyone's sex life. It's not funny anymore. René, the other guy who now works with me, just shakes his head and leaves the room when she starts talking, and she doesn't even realize it. Abbritti just goes bonkers around her. He's probably already wishing he'd never hired her, but contract's a contract, and unless she majorly goofs up, no firing. Wargh. Then, another woman applied...yesterday, I think. My sense of time's just gone AWOL the last couple of days. Anyway, she's 20 something, really pretty, long blond hair and all...not security material. She came here in high heels and mini-skirt. I'm not gonna repeat what the guys said about her. *shrugs* Not my problem.

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Sunday, July 14, 2002 Still alive, but tired. Worked from Tuesday till now, and I'm just beat. It's 0602 right now. Three hours sleep, then six hours shift, then half a day free. Yeeeeha.

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Wednesday, July 10, 2002 There is a certain irony in the fact that I called this blog Nachtfalter. If I'd known what the old definition for this word is, I wouldn't have. It hits the nail a little too close to the head. Yeah, hear me moan. You don't like it? Then fuck off. I'm human. I have mood swings. Right now my mood is swinging a baseball bat at everything. Why? *shrugs* Because. I have this urge to put an axe through the screen just for the hell of it.

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Wednesday, July 10, 2002 Found this definition of Noctuidae - Nachtfalter - in a book I was reading. Interesting. Apparently, 'noctuidae' was the old definiton of what's in that little box down there. Mei, I nailed your frogs to my wall. They're now climbing toward the ceiling. Everyone who comes in here sort of stands still for a moment, looks at the frogs, looks at me, and then retains a certain bodily distance to me throughout the rest of their stay. Hope you, Brad and Mel had fun at AX. Razzy, *snugs* thanks for the email. ^___^ Really cheered me up.

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