I think anyone dumb can figure this out from 10,000 miles away. It's been a good day in general. Apart from my itchy throat and the headache I woke up with, everything was JUST perfect.
So I still have some sort of flu hangover and at the moment I'm pretty much coughing non-stop plus I have this awful gas-y feeling where I either can't breathe and have to burp but can't burp. Probably had too much Strepsils. But they're not even minty! And so I'm having some tea. I'll be downing a few big mugfuls, really. Hoping to calm down whatever bug I caught and hopefully be back to my normal hectic lifestyle by sunrise.
Had lunch with Joy prior to work. It was short but sweet. Always nice to catch up with these lovely people. I couldn't speak properly though cos of my phlegm infested throat. Sounds icky.
My shift was a-ok. I felt really productive trying to clean the whole store for a seemingly pedantic inspector. We have a new store manager. I don't really know if he's gonna be our long-term store manager. I know him from my years at work. He's excellent but really strict. Anyhoo, I gave the close my best shot today.
Sririn and Al came by to visit and I was working with Ewa. Had to get too much stuff from Damo in the neighborhood. He's working with this new kid, Adrian who happens to be cute. Like a cute 18 year old boy. Good eye treatment. How long will he last? Hmmm.... We'll see about that.
We're still gonna campaign for Amanda to stay put at Wynyard so I have to fix Al's overly eloquent composition. Big job. No definite deadline, though.
I have a big writing assignment. It's like creative writing class in a sense with no rules whatsoever except that I cannot write about Miyazaki because somebody else is already doing that. This entails a whole heap of research and movie time. I don't even know my deadline. I probably don't have one. I feel rather lost in a system-less environment. Is that good or bad? I guess I'll have to device my own strategy.
BURP!
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
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