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[delga]

So, sometimes, at work, my co-workers - and I really don't understand what this is - but sometimes they forget how to say my name. Like, they'll be going along full steam and then they'll stumble! Over my name! Which they've said probably only two minutes before!

Look, I know my name is all foreign and has three syllables, but it's actually REALLY EASY to say? No awkward syllables; said pretty much as written; isn't a world of consonants or silent letters.

AND YET.

Man, it's so weird when that happens!

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Long week was long, and next week (which will be shorter) will also be long. On the plus side, after my driving lesson tomorrow morning we're going to Leicester for my aunt's birthday, and then on Monday I'm off to see The Flatmate.

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Long week = fucking exhausted so The Mother is on my back about eating and won't leave me the fuck alone. Here's the thing. After a long week of 9-10 hour days plus The Commute from Hell, do I really want to be dealing with her bullshit? No. Do I want to be dealing with anything that isn't my tumblr feed? NOT REALLY. Fuck social interaction. Let me have some fucking peace and quiet.

I don't have a lock on my door so I've thrown my chair in front of it instead. It won't hold her back but fuck knows it gives better warning than a siren.

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Ugh, am crankypants now. I also feel like I have the emotional maturity of a much younger person. I should read something today but that's a whole 'nother list of not gonna happen.

GUYS I HAD GOOD THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT HONEST.