Heyyy Folks,
Today was a typical day at work where I wondered how it would be if I were at the "maintenance controlling fuckstuff" (basically the area that handle with ...err, the controlling of everything, the people that produce our 'service order' or whatever) and I realised I would match the area because that's the most gayish place at the fucking hunk stuff there is; each desk with its own phone, and which person with a flower on desk and a photography of yours or their son's or daugther's or boyfriend's or girlfriend's or husband's or whateverrr. You know what I mean. And everybody knows that everybody wishes insanely for daying after of doing the "wait a moment, I'll transfer you call" stuff at least once in a lifetime. HAHAHAHA. got it??
whatever, I can say I'm kinda happy in a singular way regarding all the stuff there.
Small office, shared PC, no no own phone line, and not the right moment to put a pic of myself and friends hanging out at a crazy costume party on my desk. I can keep up.
Going to sleep now.
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