Okay, we have at last moved at work, and an unrelenting drag it was yesterday!

I unpacked some work from a box so that I would have something to do, and entered invoices. Then the receptionist decided to leave at 4.30p and I sat at the front desk berating people for calling.

"We're moving for heaven's sake! Nobody's here but me!"

A bunch of the guys went out around 4p to get soused, John amongst them, and since we were gonna go see The Apostle at 6.30, I hung around waiting for him. Of course, he got back at 6.35 and was drunk as a skunk, so we went to McDonald's to get some dinner to soak up that alcohol instead.

We weren't moving the chairs, they were getting left behind. But do you think that that meant that they were giving them to the employees?

Like shit!

They called a salvage company to take the stuff left behind! Cheap bastards. Of course, the employees of The Company That Must Not Be Named weren't taking that lying down, so as the day wore on there seemed to be fewer and fewer chairs around.

The salvage company is going to arrive today and find empty, echoing offices with nary a chair in sight!

I wonder where mine went...?

I was thinking of one of my favourite poems the other day (Richard Corey) and I couldn't remember part of a verse, so I thought I'd search for it on the net, and found what is undoubtedly the strangest poetry site on the net.

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace; In fine we thought that he was everything, To make us wish that we were in his place So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Okay, there has now been a gratifying response in re my mix tape offer, but I thought I'd leave it up for one more day for you stragglers out there.

So, to re-iterate, if you want me to send you a copy of my tape and you in turn want to send a mix tape to me, let me know.

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