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I know it's all a ruse to get us to think we're appreciated and all, but it really is nice to get a gift basket from work at Christmas. It kinda makes me feel like it's a proper job. Plus, I've never been given wine before (besides that cheap pink bubbly everyone knows I love) so that doubles the grown-up points.
Also, I started on the email system last night, and it was so nice to get off the phones. There's something about just writing a reply to somebody's question, without them talking in circles and telling me I don't know what I'm talking about. Plus it's incredibly satisfying not being able to action most of the customer requests because they don't give the right information. I love saying "no" at work; I don't do it enough in real life.
Dad and I decided to sell the car I just bought. It all looked good when we picked it, but when we got the mechanic to check it he said there are a lot of little things wrong with it. Now begins the not-so-exciting-anymore task of finding another one. Three times in two months. Is it too much to ask to just have a car of my own that goes? To have it for more than two weeks?
Anyhow, I had the most excellent weekend. Sunburn and swimming and a lot of beautiful topless boys were all factors in this. The present I ordered for Pete arrived yesterday - a very classy set of clay poker chips in an aluminium carry case - and I want to keep it. We're planning a poker night with port and cigars, because we're all so gentlemanly. I have to stop with the poker already.
I finally went to Harry Potter, and it was fabulous. Krum was so hot. I really have to get the new book too, while I have time to read it over summer. Anything to stop me playing Shaun Palmer on Playstation, anyway. Or watching Seventh Heaven at noon each day (I can't resist it).
Also, I started on the email system last night, and it was so nice to get off the phones. There's something about just writing a reply to somebody's question, without them talking in circles and telling me I don't know what I'm talking about. Plus it's incredibly satisfying not being able to action most of the customer requests because they don't give the right information. I love saying "no" at work; I don't do it enough in real life.
Dad and I decided to sell the car I just bought. It all looked good when we picked it, but when we got the mechanic to check it he said there are a lot of little things wrong with it. Now begins the not-so-exciting-anymore task of finding another one. Three times in two months. Is it too much to ask to just have a car of my own that goes? To have it for more than two weeks?
Anyhow, I had the most excellent weekend. Sunburn and swimming and a lot of beautiful topless boys were all factors in this. The present I ordered for Pete arrived yesterday - a very classy set of clay poker chips in an aluminium carry case - and I want to keep it. We're planning a poker night with port and cigars, because we're all so gentlemanly. I have to stop with the poker already.
I finally went to Harry Potter, and it was fabulous. Krum was so hot. I really have to get the new book too, while I have time to read it over summer. Anything to stop me playing Shaun Palmer on Playstation, anyway. Or watching Seventh Heaven at noon each day (I can't resist it).