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I really wonder about John sometimes. Every night; seriously, EVERY night he calls me and is bitching about work. I mean, how can he be happy at that job if he has stuff to bitch about every night? I guess the other benefits of living up there must outweigh his irritation with his boss.

I just ate another root beer float. I say another because I had one yesterday. We had a cake and ice cream extravaganza for Hilda�s birthday and had leftovers in the fridge. Yum.

I figured out last night that my neighbor downstairs is gay. There�s a couple there � man and woman. I Initially assumed they were married or at least living together. Little by little I got hints that they were probably just roommates. Then last night we were talking and she mentioned something about Cody�s �boyfriend�.

Aha!

Anyway, not that it matters, but that means that there is not a single heterosexual man living in my building. Assuming, that is, that Jay across the hall is gay, which I think he is. This out of six men and four apartments (with men in them anyway).

Welcome to Belmont Shore.

The fact that they�re not a couple really explains a lot. Like, for instance, that really hot day when she was out working on the garden I mean like all freakin� day and sweatin� up a storm and he was just kicking back on their patio furniture, under the umbrella, with a cold beverage in his hand. I mean if he had been her husband or boyfriend, he would have been out there sweatin� with her. At least, he would have been if he knew what was good for him.

OK, I finally got HR to talk to me today about the fact that the accrued vacation time as reflected on my paychecks is all f�d up. It�s been all f�d up for like three months now. They�re gonna work it out. At least I�m not the only one who�s f�d up.



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