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01/05/2004 Entry: "Creak...Moan..."

Oh, did you hear that sound this morning? That creaking, moaning noise? That was just the sound of millions of American white-collar workers like me who had to go to work for the first time in two weeks. I know, I'm getting no sympathy from those of you who worked last Friday, or people who worked this weekend. But adjusting from the New Year's revelry back to revenue streams and strategy meetings is rougher than usual, yo.

Oh, and by the way...two weeks worth of spam at work is about 850 messages. Multiply that by hundreds of employees and I think I have some idea why the mail server was so slow this morning. I think it was making creaking, moaning noises too.

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I had to got back to work on that same friday. Unfortunately I chose really wrong for what to do on New Years this year, but at least I wasn't sitting at home alone like I have done for the past three years. I feel like such a loser in this respect. The problem was that I didn't have any plans so I agreed to do a sort of ren theatre thing with a group of friends, I should have known it would be boring as hell. Then after that, I got invited to three impromptu parties, each of which I would have had to drive a long way to get to but which at least one of them would have been so much more fun, oh well live an learn...
Nice to find you again.

Hope to talk to you sometime..

Posted by Dominic Bridwell @ 01/07/2004 10:59 AM PST

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