There it is, eight hours of a Monday gone. I sat at this desk - did all the menial, pointless tasks that various sticky notes or emails told me to do - sat - and sat - and sat - I'm only good for moving boxes around (around here) - everything else is 'just beyond' me, I suppose. I asked for Thursday and Friday off. Thursday there's this thing at Rollins I want to check out - Friday I can look around for more jobs, that sort of thing. Of all my personalities, I loath Work Josh the most.....he needs to be put down.
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