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10/12/99 To sleep...perchance to dream. I have no time to write this sentence.
My boss Rick left to go get married at the worst possible time... leaving me and Todd to finish his projects, and manage installations and constructions and designs. All while we were supposed to get our own stuff done... Not that I have enough time to get all my own work load cleared. Then Monica got sick. She (presumably) caught the same flu I had... the same 24 hour bug I had. You guessed it... she had the 24 hour flu for three days. She called me several times aper day wanting me to come home and help... it's not like I 'm not already swamped. 72 hours of influenza gaveway to severe back pain over the weekend... I was going to change the oil and get lots of important stuff done, but there was no time to do it. Well, my boss got back from his honeymoon today... and verbally spanked Todd and I (mostly Todd). I'm getting abusive e-mails from the guy that I'm doing a webpage for...and the house is in disrepair...but I can't take care of any of that.
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