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♦ I don't breathe the way I used to
I never realised just how much junk I've managed to collect on desk over the past one and a half years here. It only really hit me when I was clearing it all into a big ugly box to move to my small ugly cubicle at the other end of civilisation. And I don't mean that in the omg-my-old-stuff-is-growing-new-stuff kind of way. I mean I've kept everything because all this shit has a little story behind each.
It's a pity I can't go into that just yet. It's a story better told with pictures. And my camera is somewhere at home, and I don't have Photoshop (#*%R#$(@).
Anyway, I'm all moved in to the new table (thanks Sher). It would have been Kawei's dream set up. The four-in-one cubicle types where it stops people walking up and down your aisle just to get to the other side. It's quieter, so that's good. But that's also bad. I can still hear the rest of the gang. Sometimes I wish I couldn't.
Then there's the mouse. It's not even optical. It uses the roll ball thing. The kind you need to take out and clean out every time hair and gunk gets rolled into it. It makes that "plonk" sound each time I lift it and put it down. Remember that?
And one of the props on my keyboard is broken so I'm using a box of condoms (Durex Apple) for elevation.
...And I'm done for the day, work-wise. I have a long weekend to prepare for the shit ahead. Yee haw.
On a side note, bye Kawei :( So long and thanks for the fish :(
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