Welcome to my 29th consecutive day of work. Thanks to the wonders of a pay week that starts on Saturday, I've already clocked 30 hours. More doubletime this week for me.

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Staying at work until 10pm on a Sunday to find that the people you're waiting for work from have left early without finishing their part of the job, or telling you they're leaving should be a justifible homicide excuse.

At least reduce the punishment to time already served.

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It's a lot of fun to run out and get music someone's suggested that you've never heard of. I'm listening to about 10 albums of stuff I know nothing about, but was recommended to me by a friend, and just the sheer newness of the music makes it great.

Often I desperately need some new experience to get me out of a rut, and less often do I actually get it.

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If you really want to motivate people stuck late hours and weekends at work, your catering food should be identifiable. If we have to guess what the dish is, we're going to go out for a few hours instead.

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If in getting an iPod playlist from a friend, you don't manage to read something in their character by the songs they've suggested to you, you are a much better person than me.

If you can make one without unintentionally revealing things about yourself, you're probably just fooling yourself.

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At hour 15 and above of a workday, you'd be surprised at what totally innappropriate things you find funny. Men are inspired to pole dance, and office intercom systems are abused to deliver chimp noises to disgruntled workers.

I figure we'll be reduced to a caveman-like existance of scavenging bands of grubby nomads, lacking all communication skills, by next week