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Dear Diary,
woke up late this morning, grabbed a coffee and promptly spilt it all over
my blouse, had to change and turned up late for work. Arrived only to be
intercepted by Mrs Bayford who put a serious dent in my already singed
around the edges karma. She gave me that sickly sweet smile and said she
really needed Wednesday's report in today. I smiled back and said I'd see
what I could do. I'll give her it on Thursday.
Spent the morning writing a 16 page report on our companies fiscal policy in
EU countries. I decided to hand it in personally to Will (my boss and ex) to
try and suppress my feeling that everything I send to head office gets
opened, skimmed over and shredded for confetti. Spent the next half an hour
having to convince Will that I really would leave the company unless I was
considered for promotion. I came away with a place and time to meet him for
a drink. My work is obviously getting me nowhere.
After that episode I decided to spend the afternoon sending emails from the
company computers while wallowing in my depression; strangely unimproved by
chocolate. Left early to return home. Stood Will up. Fell asleep reading the
job adverts and listening to music. It's not my life that's at fault, it's
the people in it.
And so it began. Soon you'll be able to change the life of one Mrs Joanna Dews. Come back soon to exercise your influence.
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