Saturday Oct 16, 2004

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I woke up Friday, sometime after ten, wondering why my plastic travel alarm hadn't gone off. Then I looked at it. Apparently drunken Archer had poor manual dexterity the night before and chose to turn his alarm on with his teeth. Now my trusty clock is broken.

I was also forced to navigate my hangover with only one lens in my glasses. I hope Thursday was worth it.



(I should note, too, that I've only been drunk twice in the past two or three months. Both occasions just happened to be this week.)
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velocity:
I work for the second largest financial institution in the world. I started out five years ago in customer service, which is pretty irritating, so to get away from that I took a job in inbound sales, which turns out to be the Worst Job in the World. I do loan applications over the phone. I could sit here solid for three days writing in your journal, and only scratch the surface of all the reasons my job sucks so much. Now I'll be working for the same company, but instead of working on the banking side I'll be in Institutional Trust, in the Retirement Plan Services department. It's a hefty pay raise, closer to my home, no sales involved; it's pretty much like a grown-up job, and it's about time I got one, as I'll be turning thirty next week. So I'm pretty excited.

By the way, how do you wake up and know you've manipulated your alarm clock with your teeth? Were there teethmarks on it, or did you have a little piece of it hanging out of your mouth?

[Edited on Oct 17, 2004 4:28AM]
velocity:
Well, the expatriation is kind of up in the air at the moment, as there's a rather large factor to take into account now, when making plans like that. If it were just me, I'd go at the first chance. I don't think the big guy is ready to make that kind of a move.

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