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Nastybad weather outside.

Today I had to pack cartons upon cartons of catalogues to send off to sales representatives. It is not a usual part of my job, but special preparation for an upcoming sales conference. I felt like I had completed a good workout afterwards, although wished I had some deodorant and/or talcum powder handy. The rest of the day was spent quietly in my cubicle, typing mindlessly into a system in what was described as "running a sales report". Despite the lousy pay, I have decided that I definitely like my job. It's so exciting to be around all the books. There is a prominent poster displaying an upcoming work by one of my favourite authors. It is exciting to be a part of the company that puts out her material.

I also met one of the sales reps today. I liked him very much. I immediately dubbed him a "literary vagabond". He liked the title; he wants to put it on his business cards. I can easily see how he is an effective salesman. I believe I would buy just about anything from that guy, had I any money whatsoever. (Um, when are they going to deposit last week's meagre paycheck, already? My checking balance is zero. Big fat O, like myself.)

Class was boring. I think I was asleep for most of it.

Cat won't stop crying. Her reason for being is in San Francisco. It's going to be a very long week.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:12 PM | shower me with attention