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quinta-feira, agosto 22, 2002

I work at ******. It really is an interesting place, but lately I've been getting the feeling that nobody likes me there. Here is why I think this:
Harry doesn't talk to me. Matt doesn't talk to me. Nobody from there calls me or invites me to go clubbing with them. They pass around the weed and skip me. Though I did get a promotion, nobody helped me figure out how to do my new job. Two of the people in a higher position actually confessed to me that they didn't want me to get the promotion. I'm getting paid less than everyone else, including those below me. Those I supervise don't listen to me and take breaks while they are on the clock right in front of me. Lately they've been putting me to do low position work. They ripped my drawings. Some of those in low positions seem jealous, others in higher positions seem threaten. Customers harass me. One even said that I should know Spanish. Which I do by the way, he tried to correct a word I said when in my country that's how you say it. Another woman said that what I did was very wrong, and I murmured, "And that's why I'm the best."
Anyway, here I am, the top employee as records show. I don't want to go anymore, due to all this negativity at work. Tomorrow I close. Aww!
I want icecream! Hey, and what happened to my leather journal?

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