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I can't take this job; I can't take this stress.
With all the other shit I'm trying to deal with, today in particular and just generally, I don't need this.
Damn, do I was to get out. It hurts.

Two, maybe three months and I'm out. Out of this job, out of this school, just out.
Until then, I have easily $100 of bills a month.
And I'm not even sure this shitty little job is covering that.

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So, I was sitting here playing World of Warcraft (as an Undead Priestess I've lovingly named 'Sandalphon'), when my cell rings, over on Josh's desk. Who is it, I ask, what's the number? Some 815 number. Probably Zach, I say; he can leave a message. And I continue playing.

( A few hours later... )