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[Mar. 5th, 2010|12:15 am] |
*Hurries back to her place of indentured servitude work, engaged in a frantic phone conversation with her slave driver boss.*
Yes, they've been submitted...fine! It was fine, plenty of time to spare. Oh, plenty. Five minutes. ... Traffic! I can't help that. ... Well, if they'd been finished earlier...no. No. You're right. It's my fault, I'm sorry.
*Pinches the bridge of her nose.* No, they didn't have poppy-seed rolls, I got sesame seed - *Growls* THEN. SCRAPE. THEM. OFF.
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm here...I'm here, I'm walking up the steps right now...as we speak. Yes, I have coffee too. |
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