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Tuesday, 2 November 2010 6:00 pm
boredom maketh the mind go a-wander

Don't get me wrong, I DO have stuff to do.. like HEAPS of stuff to do but I'm sick and I need something to keep me occupied to get through today.


I've decided to record the number of times I come into contact with a human being in my office. For those readers puzzled by this sentence, I'm cooped up on the third floor of a shophouse with the first two floor being a restaurant/cafe/pastry shop. My contact with people is limited at best.

10.16am: Greeted by Pat, walked up to office and got around to talking with Adam for a pretty long time.. say till close to 11? :D
11.35am: Walked down to go to the loo (first floor) and had Pat smile at me and Adam waved at me.
12.38pm: Aaron walked in and waved at me. Didn't get around to talking since I was on my moby.
12.45pm: Okay I know I'm complaining about being bored up here but of all the people to send up here You send DEE? Argh.
2.28pm: Randy popped in to "check up on you" and "wanted to make sure you got some human interaction". :D
3.37pm: Pat walked in to check out stuff at the table behind me.
4.25pm: Randy came in to hang out at the computer and chat with me a tad.
4.58pm: Jerry walks in muttering about something and asks me for a scrap of paper.

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