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10:27 p.m. - 2002-12-09
Also the sensation that I like working during the holidays. Abnormal, yes, and I'm sure other retail slaves are glaring at me for it. The strangest things can give me a feeling of accomplishment; the more muddle there is for me to navigate through, the more efficient I feel. (This might also explain how I managed to get through the IB program.) It's far more pleasant than feeling overwhelmed, anyway, and it gives my mind something to focus on aside from my feet. The place itself has changed, even if my reactions haven't. Aure's still there, but the firing squad has been liberal in the past few months. Sweeps were done for green cards, which resulted in Carol and Ytes being deported to Ghana. Linda and Laila have been shifted, Galice has moved up, departments have rotated, and the sweatshop factor has shot up in the back. Celna, at least, is still skittering around and grinning like her life depends on it. Thank heaven for constants. And it all gets to happen in earnest after this week. Till then, finals have first priority. Will now proceed to read excruciatingly dry soc excerpts. Adieu.
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