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Work was whatever work is when it's not awful but not actually terribly entertaining either. I've been culling resumes and writing rejection letters (good grief, there must be a gentler way to phrase that), which is not exactly thrilling, but it certainly has its amusement value. You'd think people at least take the time to spell check their letters before firing them off. Or to update their resumes on the computer instead of scribbling all over them in blotchy scrawls to change their contact information. Dude, at least make an effort to pretend to care.

And also? If you've worked in a sawmill and in construction yards for the past fifteen years, you're probably going to have to at least attempt to explain why you now think you're qualified to deliver educational programs, run an information centre and facilitate support groups.

Friday. Just around the corner. I'd be ecstatic if I wasn't so sleepy.

I just realized that I have a grand total of seven icons. How sad is that? This weekend I'm going to put some serious effort into rectifying that situation.

Holy crap, I'm boring tonight. That's enough out of me.