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Monday, August 16, 2004

Dev /Null

I just had an incredibly ungracefull conversation with a friend. I stopped by his office to say "hi" since I hadn't seen him all summer (him being a college professor). He made a really cool linoleum print for a Christmas card that was drying in a stack on his desk. I asked him about it, and kind of generally made chit chat with him, but the whole time, I felt like he couldn't wait for me to leave. So I left. And I've been picking up that same kind of vibe from a lot of people I work with. I wonder what the deal is. Am I being paranoid? Am I just being incredibly receptive to other people's moods? What's the deal? I guy I got hired to help me with my job for the summer seems like he's actively trying to take my job. First he moves into his own office space, then he started using my title in his e-mail signatures, and now, my boss goes to him when she needs something done. There's a legal term for this sort of thing. I believe it's:
screwed.
On the positive side of the ledger today, though, I got a call from my wife. Or rather, a voice mail message. She said, "I'm calling for completely no reason other than to tell you I love you!" Talk about making my day...

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