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I survived the conference call. Most of it wasn't applicable to me, but I managed to get out of another conference call this afternoon. (Unfortunately, on the basis that it would have overlapped with the one I already have...they're tapping my boss for the new one, lucky him.) These things can so easily sap your will.
Questions you're afraid to ask, but do anyway: Why is there a big garbage bag in our refrigerator in the break room?
(Update, the next day: because someone was taking stuffed peppers to a party that evening. I really don't want to know why they used a garbage bag to cover them, but at least it was only in the refrigerator for a day.)
I have my CD, hot cider from the deli to go with my bagel, and almost three hours to get work done before the next meeting.
It's not too bad, after all.
Questions you're afraid to ask, but do anyway: Why is there a big garbage bag in our refrigerator in the break room?
(Update, the next day: because someone was taking stuffed peppers to a party that evening. I really don't want to know why they used a garbage bag to cover them, but at least it was only in the refrigerator for a day.)
I have my CD, hot cider from the deli to go with my bagel, and almost three hours to get work done before the next meeting.
It's not too bad, after all.
