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» white-collar griping Tomorrow will be such a lovely day. Even if this rain and wind keeps up, and even if I can't take any money out of my bank account due to whatever SNAFU has me currently limited to checks, tomorrow will lack one element that has been causing me no end of anxiety and stress for the last three or four weeks: Other People. Tomorrow, being Sunday, will also be a day without Work. Once, in the salad days, my meager job title allowed me to coast along, pratically unnoticed in the company, making personal calls and surfing the Web for fun stuff. No longer. Each day at work now feels like a day that passes without turning in a term-paper that was due last week. I expect the editor-in-chief to march into my cubical and reprimand me in his quiet black-belt-in-multiple-martial-arts way about any number of shortcomings I've recently become aware of. Some days I fear I will shoot out of my psuedo-ergonomically designed chair and run shreiking out of the offices clutching at my hair, and throw myself from over the railing to the floor of the atrium, four stories below. No, really, I actually have to concentrate to stiffle the urge to shout obscenities or punch in flame-retardant cube-wall panels. But at least tomorrow I will have the chance to sit quietly in my tiny apartment and enjoy having no duties to perform and no people to please.
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