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November 21st, 2004. Golden
What I would have written about, if I hadn't been too lazy to update:
- Remembering the dead, and the two minutes' silence. Maybe if we could all visit Iraq, we'd all understand war in the same way that everybody did in 1920.
- Office crushes, and why they are a bad idea
- The everyday racism you get in an isolated small town with an almost-entirely-white population (and we're not even in Spain)
- Panic attacks in the middle of the night
- Office crushes, and the paranoia they lead to (You did that one - A. Reader)
- The pro-fox-hunters, and their whole "if you take our toys away then we'll be obstructive in as many ways as we can" policy. Just a leetle bit selfish, then.
- Worrying that I'm going to be sacked at any minute, because I've been in my job for over two months without even a sniff of a contract.
- Bonfire night, and what it reminds me of (pain, mostly).
- And lots of other things that I can't recall right now
Given the standard of most of my blog, you can probably fill in the rest of those posts yourself, without me having to write them all out in full. Maybe I should run a "Write the best imitation-Caitlin blog post that you can!" competiton.
23:22
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November 7th, 2004. Guilt
I haven't updated. Yes, I know. I meant to. I meant to. I'm feeling bad about not doing.
Work was hell last week - sitting at my desk wondering how on earth I'm going to do whatever I'm supposed to, and how on earth I'm going to manage not to get fired. Everything I do seems to alienate one department or another. I don't seem to have alienated my own boss yet; he still stands up for me. I'm not sure how much longer it's going to last for, though.
(which reminds me: I still haven't told you what we eventually got Ivan The Work Experience Kid to do the week before last. There's another entry I've meant to write but didn't)
I seem to be feeling a bit bipolar at the moment. I'm flipping between being happy, happy, bouncing around the place; and sitting full of gloom, expecting nothing to ever go right again.
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November 1st, 2004. Vote (again)
Having said that, though: if you get the chance to vote on anything tomorrow, go out and do it. Even if you think your vote won't matter, go out and do it. Even if you'll have to use a dodgy voting machine with secret software written by a partisan company, go out and do it. Even if it's raining. Even if you'll have to fight your way past hordes of lawyers. Even if you want to vote for a white-knuckle alcoholic who, if he was in the army, would be prohibited from being part of the nuclear chain of command due to his medical history.* You have to vote. Because if you don't take part, you have no right to complain when ________ gets to rule the world.
* although I'm gritting my teeth saying that last one.
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