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As if there was much to write about today, returning to the scene-of-the-occupational-crime, my day of freedom has been repaid with mountains of magazines to create, left over from yesterday. No time to write coherently. My boss, the "Neill" of The Young Ones clone... forgot that I was taking Monday off. This, after I'd told him a week before, then again before I left last Wednesday, and also left him a leave card to sign. Perhaps I should have tattooed him. The consensus, that I'd either skipped or was dead on the road, somewhere. Wow... somebody cares. |
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