Dear Diary,
You can really tell that the hotline is getting to me when I start dreaming about it. No, seriously, the other night my dreams were shaken by nightmares of obstinate callers on the hotline. I know that the answer was 1.9, and the frigtard caller would not, could not comprehend that. Sometimes I hate being supervisor, especially those hour-and-a-half calls about boxes sliding down inclined planes with friction. (*shudder*) I think that work might be taking its toll on me. I can't get away from it even when I sleep!
Diary, why don't you call me at the hotline, so I can have just easy calls?
-Liz >:)
Friday, September 19, 2008
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