Jan 082008
 

This is my last night in my original seat. Kim and Eleanore have already been moved so I’ve spent the night over here, alone, and with heightened senses. Every little sound makes my heart gallop. I feel isolated and fearful for my safety. And sanity, but when am I not?

I took down all the pictures of Chooch which have decorated my overhead cabinets for the past year, and the bare blackness of it has created an annoying glare in my peripheral and Collin just jumped out at me, causing me to steamroll him all the way back to the hallway. Asshole!

Two more hours, and I’ll have to say goodbye to my beloved cube #954. Tomorrow I’ll move to the seat next to my MORTAL ENEMY, Collin, who got to experience his virginal dose tonight of Eleanore’s grating phone conversations.

Pros: No more Gum Girl. Not having my boss Kim sitting behind me, yelling at me for typing too much and telling me my hair looks like crap.

Cons: Being a foot away from Collin, and reuniting with Eleanore (who, don’t get me wrong, I like, but her bad moods tend to rub off on me).

Oh my god, I’m choking on a honey wheat pretzel and there’s no one here to hear me. I’m dying. I could blame this on Collin.

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  1. Good thing about that seat is that you only have to use your right peripheral vision!

  2. “Not having my boss Kim sitting behind me, yelling at me for typing too much and telling me my hair looks like crap.”

    This is making me laugh more than it should!!

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