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Friday, 4:53 p.m. I realize that it's bait to write the day and time on my blog, but really, getting fired is so not the worst thing that could happen to me.

I cleaned my desk today. The receptionist said she could smell it from the stairway. The guy who sit next to me said it smelled a lot better than the junk food I eat every day at lunch.

Today I tried to get gossip from someone and they were very unresponsive. I hate that. And I had bought her a coffee (bribe) to try grease her up before I attempted to pry all the juicy details out of her. Nothing - all I got were cryptic sentences. No even full sentences, more like cryptic fragments. I wanted my coffee back.

4:58 p.m.
I have to pee. That should take 2 minutes.


yours,
sbg