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Dec. 15th, 2005 08:30 pmI am so tired I feel liquid. Like you could just pour me into a mug, blow the froth off, and drink me.
Even my toes are tired.
Yesterday I saw something amusing... just at Waterloo at the end of the day to catch my train back home, and staring up at the departure board. Someone brushed in front of me, and I said "sorry" automatically, as you do. And then noticed that the guy was stumbling along, drunk as a skunk in his business suit at 6.30pm, with vomit stains down the back of his trouser legs. It made me chuckle. (I know. I was tired then, too.)
Today's Customer From Hell(tm) made me call the manager because she wanted a £1.99 discount... pause... some people just make the world an unhappier place for no reason at all.
'Office' X-mas party tomorrow. Still coughing up a hurricane, but I'll be damned if that'll get between me and my wine bottle.
Even my toes are tired.
Yesterday I saw something amusing... just at Waterloo at the end of the day to catch my train back home, and staring up at the departure board. Someone brushed in front of me, and I said "sorry" automatically, as you do. And then noticed that the guy was stumbling along, drunk as a skunk in his business suit at 6.30pm, with vomit stains down the back of his trouser legs. It made me chuckle. (I know. I was tired then, too.)
Today's Customer From Hell(tm) made me call the manager because she wanted a £1.99 discount... pause... some people just make the world an unhappier place for no reason at all.
'Office' X-mas party tomorrow. Still coughing up a hurricane, but I'll be damned if that'll get between me and my wine bottle.
