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anger...hostility towards the opposition 2003-01-28 | 10:05 p.m. Here I am. I write to entertain myself. I guess that's what a diary is right? Whatever. I had a meeting at my not so wonderful job tonight. I glared at everyone and they all pretty much glared back. We had a "team work building" scavenger hunt, and just to prove that they're all assholes I (the least interested in team work) won. Ha Ha. I got a $50 gift certificate to some place that I'm sure to never go. My job description is to serve cocktails to people, ensure they all get drunk enought to go home with one another and go home by myself with a pocket full of their money. Why would I be asked to participate in a scavenger hunt. God damn them. I carry drinks on a fucking tray. Wow, I sound so angry. When the random person stumbles across this diary and reads my entries they are sure to think I am a bitch. Well... Dear Random person, Please don't think any less of me because I'm bitter about my job. It's really not fun. I agree that I am a bitch but it's in all the right ways. Get to know me you'll be pleased, or something. Love, Stare Girl
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