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2003 September 05 Friday.
Bad news. I got an e-mail from the Big Boss. It just said "For your information," and there was an attachment. I ran the virus scanner on the attachment and then


2003 September 04 Thursday.
"Do you get paid extra for tormenting me?" asked Rumsfeld today. This attack came with no warning, out of nowhere. And I found it hard to handle, because, as I see it, he's the one who's tormenting me


2003 September 03 Wednesday.
"You're torturing me!" said Rumsfeld. This at lunchtime, at the cafeteria. I looked at him in astonishment. I'd been making a special effort to be nice to the guy, to help him adjust to the situation. And now he was accusing me of - of torture?


2003 September 02 Tuesday.
This morning I was hard at work, making good progress on sorting out the mess that Borbatif made of the Caliban Acquisitions business, when my thought processes were interrupted by the most astonishing screaming coming from the cubicle next door


2003 September 01 Monday.
Today a new fish showed up at work, a guy by the name of Rumsfeld. So of course I wondered if he was THE Rumsfeld, but he's not. That's one of the things which annoy me about Hell


2003 August 29 Friday.
Today started out really quietly, and I found myself looking forward to the weekend. The air quality was down, though. Right from early this morning, we've been getting that smoke pollution drifting in from the Old Quarter. Speaking personally, there's something about the smell of burning human hair


2003 August 28 Thursday.
Quiet, boring day spent working. And how we ever worked! The Big Boss declared a Long Day


2003 August 27 Wednesday.
Another lonely evening. Feeling despondent and frustrated. The rules are very clear: you have a choice between celibacy and sex with


2003 August 26 Tuesday.
This morning I was watching that TV show, I forget the name of it, the dumb one with the cannibal mothers eating their babies


2003 August 25 Monday.
This morning, as I was walking to work, I saw a man being eaten alive by a giant spider. It was quite interesting, really. He was chased into a corner formed by two bulky concrete buildings. Then the spider



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