Thursday, July 10, 2003

I'm just wondering how I seem to be lacking all social graces sometimes. I don't want to talk to people (can't remember their faces anyway), answering the telephone gives me hives (names, schmames), and don't get me started on making a call myself. It takes at least half an hour to get me psyched up to do it, about the same amount of time needed to compose an e-mail. And that's to people I know. People I don't know I don't want contact with and I usually make an ass out of myself. I decided the perfect job for me would be at an Alaskan mining station where you meet people once a year when the shift changes.

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