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[Oct. 27th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
*is loafing around the break room on her lunch break, fiddling with the contacts in her phone* *figures she can probably delete most of her Grand Fork contacts, since she doesn't plan to set foot in that city ever again* *methodically cuts the A and B lists down to size* *...after a few minutes' thought, deletes the Cat's Eye number*
*reaches the Ds and pauses as a particular name is highlighted* *glances at the clock (plenty of time left) and chews her lip on a small smirk* Should I, or shouldn't I...? |
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
*After his meeting, goes back to his office to work late (as always, because it's the best way to avoid the traffic jams at rush hour and he does so hate being stuck in a traffic jam).*
*Didn't take the usual level of delight in tearing apart the opposition today, owing to certain distractions.*
*Decides that a trip to a pub is in order after he finishes up at the office.*
*Reasons that if he gets totally smashed (which he probably will), he can always work from home tomorrow. If anyone complains, well screw them. Where's the fun in being the boss if it can't be one rule for you and another for the peons?*
*Finds a familiar bar (meaning one where he can find all the exits even in a drunken stupor) and picks a relatively quiet corner to install himself.* |
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melancholy