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[24 Apr 2009|09:41pm] |
Well. The shittiness of the economy has finally hit Harmony. The theme of next week at work seems to be 'downsizing', or 'redundancy', or 'fucking people over'. Take your pick. It's jinxing nothing to say that I'm safe, and with that, Amber too. I'm worth too much to them. And Amber's actually better than you'd expect her to be. It's turned out to be a good thing that she killed my last secretary and buried her body in a closet.
I can't say there's anyone who works here that I'll particularly cry over losing. All I hope is that those fuckers who park either side of me get their asses fired so I won't have to deal with scratches on my car any more.
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[18 Apr 2009|06:25am] |
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Unlike everyone else, who seems to be letting sickness get the better of them, I've had an absolutely exceptional few days.
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[07 Apr 2009|07:17pm] |
This looks to be another uninteresting week. Boring clients, boring coworker lunches, boring people in our accounts department leaving. The most interesting case I have this week involves a formerly divorced couple deciding to give it one more chance. Ain't love grand.
If anyone else lives near the crossroad of 25th and Temple, please tell me the construction on the corner is getting on your nerves as much as mine. A less scrupulous man would be looking through community bylaws to see what he can do about getting it halted just so he can sleep in past 6am on a Saturday. Some of us are just getting in the door at that hour. It's only our right to be able to then get some well-earned rest.
I could be like everyone else here and now post pictures of my pets, but I think it's blatantly obvious that pets aren't the most compatible beings with my lifestyle, and the closest I have is a Dean. And believe me, he's hardly cute enough in the mornings to warrant having his picture forced upon all of you. Am I right, Redfield?
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| This is my concession. |
[21 Mar 2009|02:18pm] |
Being as certain friends of mine - let's not name names, let's just call him DW - have expressed concern about my lifestyle choices, I will refrain from making my usual Saturday morning statements here. In fact, let's go so far as to say I am definitely not hungover, and the twin men that may have been seen leaving my apartment at about four-thirty this morning were just there for good conversation and a rousing board game. That's right. I'm your wholesome all-American man, emphasis on the wholesome.
Even typing that makes me want to hang myself.
My laptop and I are still in bed and it's past midday. I like this feeling. In fact, I could get rather used to it. I'm still unconvinced, after all these years, that the nine-to-five really suits me. Without even mentioning the fact I'm naturally nocturnal.
Winchester, I need a gym partner this afternoon. Your name was randomly selected from a pool of exactly one person. You don't have a choice in this matter.
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| Very late breakfast today. |
[15 Mar 2009|12:37pm] |
Jesus fucking christ. I don't know what I took last night, but I woke up this morning with three strangers in my bed and, regrettably, absolutely no memory of what they'd done since arriving there. Actually, the last part of last night that I remember is standing on the staircase at Mercury, taking whatever I had in my hand with a chaser of bourbon. All in all, I haven't got much of a headache this morning, but there's certainly something wrong with my throat.
I'm planning on spending the day doing a little case work, on my laptop, in a cafe. Dean, that doesn't mean that your presence isn't required at lunch all of a sudden. Shake off whatever hangover you've got, get out of bed, and meet me downtown. Saturdays always mean that we need properly lined stomachs for the night to follow.
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[05 Mar 2009|08:18am] |
Firstly, I'd like to point out that although Dean showboats and posts first, I was actually here before him. He's been following me around like this for most of our lives.
Brian Kinney. Lawyer. Exceedingly successful. Unlike some, I'm not going to pretend that I have an overly taxing job. If I lived anywhere else, I'd have to do far more work than I need to here. You've probably seen me around if you ever go out at night; I'm arguably Mercury Bar's most valuable patron. If you haven't seen me, you're either a shut in, have extremely poor taste in clubs, or both.
Speaking of, Dean - we're in for a late one tonight. No excuses this time.
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