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[delga]

It has been the sort of week where as soon as I get one thing done, three more things need doing. I don't think I'm going to get half of what I need doing done by the end of the day, and I really wish I was taking a half day tomorrow (as initially planned) as opposed to a whole one, but needs must.

I spoke to my line manager yesterday and RE may be coming over some time next week to help out. Which is excellent as my cubicle is currently a paper fortress, with turrets and everything.

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This evening The Dad's cousin sister and her husband are coming to bring their daughter's wedding invitation. I'm sure this will be lovely as she is a very nice person but it's always awkward when it's been years since you've last seen someone you didn't know all that well to begin with. Also: my room is a mess. I did the best I could ten minutes ago but you can't do anything about piles of stuff without an hour to spare.

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twincy, when you said you'd sent me something, did you mean you'd returned a letter I sent in February? Because that's what landed on my mat yesterday. Apparently you are no longer at that address.

Dear Royal Mail: don't be so fucking lazy.

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Lift's here. Have a great one, y'all.

Comments

[twincy.livejournal.com]

Uh, what? I sent you an actualfax letter! On Monday! Where the fuck did that go?? (Yeah the Royal Mail did spend a few weeks pretending my house didn't exist, but I think they're over that now because I got your crane-message!)

[asemic.livejournal.com]

I'm imagining your paper fortress and you are wearing a paper military hat sitting over a waving garden of faxes and information. My head image of you is so adorable. IDK, my mind is amusing sometimes.