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And on and on, and on and on

Ah, the last day of a five day work hiatus. It has left me feeling relaxed and ready again to face the unwashed masses that populate 90% of the assigns I get sent on. But fear not, I have lounged, I have read, and I have estimated my step father's net worth for his upcoming IRS compromise settlement. What more could a girl hope for in a "vacation"?

So yes. Tomorrow begins a new reception assignment. According to my agent, I'll be screening clientele calls and mail as well as drafting correspondences for a beverage distributor. However, my upcoming duties will probably be more accurately detailed as follows:

1. Climbing Kilimanjaro.

2. Collecting trash on the side of the highway with convicted felons.

3. Scrubbing a wicked stepmother's marble floor on my hands and knees.

My agent is just that good at researching and defining assignments. Always an adventure, no? I think I'll bring some hiking boots with me in the morning.

p.s. It's probably a really bad thing that I brought these Lindor Truffles home from the store this afternoon. They looked so despondent sitting there on the shelf. Like ripe little oysters look in the eyes of a Walrus or a Carpenter. How could I possibly allow such hidden treasure to languish all alone?

4:51 pm - 09.30.02
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