28 February 2005 at 8:33 am
I awoke this morning confused. What? Monday? 7am? What's supposed to happen now? This continued every nine minutes (snooze, you know) until I figured out that Monday meant work and 7am meant go wash your face you lazy sack of shit. And here I am.
I spoke with my mom about the copier debacle at work (copier doesn't work, our contract is apparently null and void since the company went bankrupt and/or was sold and I've been told to figure it out) and she said that since it's become a legal issue she can't believe that a receptionist has been assigned the task of getting it worked out. Seriously -- what am I supposed to do? There's a reason I'm the receptionist, people: not only do I have no desire to take on office managerial/attorney-related rules, I'm not qualified to do so. Leave me to my online Scrabble and do it yourself.
And with that, I have a Scrabble game a-callin my name. Bingo ahoy.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.