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I keep clinging to my grey friends, just hoping they'll come back someday.

::pout::

I got up this morning and killed my appetite with a pot of coffee. I give it two hours before my tummy starts seeking revenge.

In my last days at work in the customer service center the department supervisor gave another gal and I a letter project. We had to type letters to notify 300+ subscribers of a refund due to them. We couldn't merge the letters because each amount was different. Also, there didn't seem to be any way to tell which subscribers had to get a letter, so we had to go through each account and look. Talk about hell. I could feel my brain numbing.

But the one thing she warned us of was to make sure each subscriber only got one letter. Sounded simple enough. So between the other rep and I we complete around 70 letters the first day. Through part of the next day we knock out another 40 or so. Then, I start going through the network file and have to catch my breath. EVERY SINGLE LETTER was duplicated. She was saving her letters with the last name and account number. I was saving mine as last name comma account number. Arrgghh!! I didn't know what to do. So, I started to giggle uncontrollably. A co-worker walks by my desk and says, "Ummm... Do you need to go take a time-out somewhere? Are you okay??"

We ended up getting to the mail room and retrieving the letters in time and I deleted all duplicates from the network. But, fuck. A whole day of work was wasted. Another co-worker soothed me by loaning me her copy of Led Zeppelin's Early Years and I listened to Immigrant Song over and over while screeching along to the lyrics in my high pitched Robert Plant impression. On we sweep with threshing oaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr, Our only goal will be the western shore!! If anyone had any doubt as to my going completely mad that day... well I'd just handed them the key to certainty.

In better news, my birthday observation day is coming up on June 21st. A couple years ago I moved it from January to June because the weather is so much nicer. And I'm usually always sick in January. This past January I was sick. I could barely talk or breathe or taste. I was miserable. All I did was drink soup and cough syrup.

But, June I am never sick. I don't have allergies. I have tentative plans to go to Marine World, which I've been wanting to do ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper and it was Africa, U.S.A. And I really want some pampering. I thinking I'll treat myself to a day spa. Massage. Sauna. Salt scrub. Mmmmm....

I've decided that this year I want to learn how to swim, make sushi and use chopsticks.