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Friday, July 21, 2006


So I've been the Office Services Clerk at my new temp job for about a week. You know how there's one guy in every office who knows where everthing is, how to fix everything etc.?

I'm not that guy. Not remotely. But somehow, through some comical series of largely unknown events, I've got that guy's job. The guy I'm replacing has been training me. He is funny, charming and competent. I'm gonna see how far I get on "funny and charming".

Whatever, I am ronin. I have no master. I'm a pure, cold blooded mercenary. As Malcolm Reynolds once said "I do the job. And then I get paid."

The other thing that makes me feel like a mercenary is that my roommate, by her own admission foolishly, bought a whole bunch of fruit recently, that she can't finish because she's getting her wisdom teeth out this weekend. So I get to eat all of the fruit. Come to think of it I'm not sure if that makes me feel more like a mercenary or a pet monkey.

Either way is good.

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