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"Steak. Liver. Liver. Bacon. Chops. Steak."
I asked around at work about this. The consensus seems to be that a woman who used to work there called Dawn is responsible. She was described variously as "crazy", "mad", "weird" - you get the idea, yes, yes, whatever. But the point is, everybody was remembering how boring she found the job. Apparently she used to leave such messages lying around the place in areas so obscure and hidden that she could forget about them. Was the intention that she'd be able to cheer herself up by remembering that there's interest and mystery to be found everywhere, even if you have to create it yourself?
Wow, I must meet this woman.
When I got home from work there was a most unwelcome blast from the past. A visitor whose face I never want to see again because their mere presence makes me burn up with hatred. I can't say who exactly it was, because they've been known to read this here thing...
...I am joking. It was great to see Julia again. Her and her ways. I'm in Natalie's room. It's really cold but I've had some wine and some tea so I'm quivering with false warmth and real contentment. This year will rock, you see if it doesn't.
I asked around at work about this. The consensus seems to be that a woman who used to work there called Dawn is responsible. She was described variously as "crazy", "mad", "weird" - you get the idea, yes, yes, whatever. But the point is, everybody was remembering how boring she found the job. Apparently she used to leave such messages lying around the place in areas so obscure and hidden that she could forget about them. Was the intention that she'd be able to cheer herself up by remembering that there's interest and mystery to be found everywhere, even if you have to create it yourself?
Wow, I must meet this woman.
When I got home from work there was a most unwelcome blast from the past. A visitor whose face I never want to see again because their mere presence makes me burn up with hatred. I can't say who exactly it was, because they've been known to read this here thing...
...I am joking. It was great to see Julia again. Her and her ways. I'm in Natalie's room. It's really cold but I've had some wine and some tea so I'm quivering with false warmth and real contentment. This year will rock, you see if it doesn't.