Strange sort of morning...
My supervisor had to rush off to an important meeting this morning and unfortunately I had to pick up the more... unpleasant tasks that she wasn't able to get to today. It vaguely reminded me that I have an advanced degree and shouldn't be subjected to inferior tasks why couldn't I have done filing? I love filing..., but there is no room for complaints and there are jobs that need to get done to ensure things are running smoothly. Such as rejection notices. I have the strangest feeling that I called the wrong number too, but perhaps it was because I let Gilbert try to make coffee and it was...
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Gilbert, that was coffee, wasn't it?