Tavie
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blogs i like:
amy
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Thursday, November 29, 2001
I was reading this page and quietly laughing myself sick when Arnold came over to whisk me off to the conference call/training session. It is not two hours later, and holy shit, they want me to do things that require responsibility, knowledge, research, approval from higher-ups... I'm scared witless. Data-entry people aren't trained to think! Oh, help! Help! How will I possibly be equipped to handle this new work? I'm not smart enough for this! I don't even know what a computer is, really! 'Cept it's this funny box that I see words on when I punch the funny keys!
EEP! Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:50 PM | shower me with attention
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