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7 Août Hot hot hot hot. Hot. Hot and horrid. It is so hot that I can't say anything but "It's hot." It's just been getting worse and worse every day, I run the fan whenever I'm at home, I walk to work and feel fine, then walk into the building and it's so cool that I realize exactly how hot I am and have been. And I decide that I never want to leave the building again. I can make decent meals out of popcorn and Twizzlers from the vending machines, I'm sure there's a couch or something in one of the offices I can sleep on. Anything's better than being out on the surface of the sun.
So, I've been working the front desk recently, because Donna is on vacation and no-one else will sully themselves with answering the phones so that poor Amy can occasionally stuff a bite of food into her mouth or go to the bathroom or anything, and because I haven't managed to forget how the switchboard works. And o how I have tried... Of course, every single person who passes me by feels the need to comment on my being there, asking whether I've gotten a promotion, or what a blast from the past it is to see me answering the phones or whatever, but my favourite reaction was from the mailroom guy, who is not entirely the brightest bulb in the marquee, who saw me at the desk, blinked a couple of times, then slowly asked, "Don't you usually sit over there?" and when I agreed that yes, I usually do sit over there, he said "You're over there, then you're over here, everything's all switched around!" and laughed with glee. It must be simpler to be him.
Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
il y a un an aujourd'hui:
* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *
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