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Friday, July 02, 2004

alana! come in here a minute. oh, and would you be a darling and bring me a cup of coffee? you know how i like it.

three sugars, skim milk.

of course. oh, you are an absolute angel. now. where in the hell did all those pencils come from in the copy room?

the pencils? i don't know. vin mentioned something, i think he might have ordered them. they're kind of pretty.

pretty? who ever promised anyone pretty office supplies? office supplies are to supply the office, not to make it "pretty." we have carefully chosen framed prints on the wall for that. we get manicures to keep our surroundings pretty. and we don't need pencils, pretty or otherwise. no one uses them. i want you to get him to send them back and exchange them for black pens.

all black pens?

yes. and not the clicky ones. the sound of everyone click, click, clicking their pens all day long is enough to drive me insane.

nina, um, he already sharpened them. i'm not sure they'll take them back.

and that's another thing! did you see the points on those things? the last thing we need is another incident. no, the pencils will go, one way or the other.

ok, i'll tell him. but i don't think he'll be happy.

alana, we are not here to make each other happy. now, be a dove and get me another packet of sugar?

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