September 15, 2003

Dreaming about work should be double overtime.

No idea what this Gillette job is going to be like, but some part of me seems to think it's going to involve racing the other candidates (other candidates?! squeak!) through an obstacle course. And something involving wet cement.

What's that dad? Classic what kind of dream? Speak up, it's 5:15 AM and I have 15 hours of work ahead of me.

Bleah.

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