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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Flaccid Egos

Work today was a piece of cake. If, the dough were made from finely ground glass and the cake glazed with paraquat. And the noose is only beginning to tighten. I feel like i've run a whole gauntlet of emotions and i'm looking for an exit only to find out i've been on a treadmill the whole time. Maybe i'll be sweating a little less the next time shit utterly hits the fan. Actually, you know how they make candy floss? You know that spinning machine that churns out the floss? Yup... picture that except it's shit floss flying all over the place.

First of all, several projects are running desperately late. Naturally these belong to one of our biggest spending clients. Thanks to a magical combination of my inexperience, the clients being nit-picking nit-wits and a lackadaisical conviction about meeting datelines from certain colleagues, we're in the doghouse... with yapping shit-zus. I know for a fact we're in deepest poo because even my immediate supervisor is giving me stupid solutions. You have to realise, you'd have better luck witnessing flying pigs than her giving me desperate instructions.

Jeez... and tomorrow is another day. And i have to answer the client and my boss. And i'm still fat. oh man... what a thrill life is turning out to be.

9:32 PM<3

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