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Hmm. Where to start.
I’ve been drawing a bit more attention from boys online lately. I’m not entirely sure why, but it isn’t always a good thing – if I’m in the middle of something and Chatty Charlie comes through “You’re cute! Are you single? What do you do? Do you want a boyfriend? Can you send any more pics?” it can get überfrustrating.
At work I’m having to play the hardass – kicking people off when they don’t shut their computers down, chastising users who share passwords, playing What-Do-You-Mean-You-Deleted-All-Your-Mail, etc. Now I think they’re afraid to call me with legitimate problems.
At home… well, I haven’t been home much. I slept much of the weekend, catching up from all that time I spent elsewhere last week; my holiday was mostly outside in the absolutely fucking GORGEOUS weather we had.
There’s another baseball game coming up, an interleaguer against the Browns – um, Orioles – the first weekend in June. I got the CFO’s suh-weet bleacher seats, located in the second row just left of straightaway center, along with specific instructions on how to handle myself. (The bleacher bums have very high standards here.)
And, um, well… i may be going to meet a boy in salt lake city soon but that isn’t definite yet.
More to come. But you know that.
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