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Traffic is hellish around this time, so when I get off work I head around the corner to the little wi-fi shop and drink tapioca juice. Had to have a talk with my boss today about my troublesome production manager. She is constantly out of line. Thought he should know. The good thing is, it seems like they really need me. I told him it’s like she’s making deliberate digs at me, almost trying to sabotage my jobs, and so on. Poison association. Association. There’s a word. Remember that back in the day? “So ‘n so is ‘bad association.'”

So that’s my day so far. Went into work, started immediately on calibrating the machine and queueing up negs to run. And had some good talks with a fellow employee about the inner workings of the office.

Well, enough of all that. I don’t wanna write too much about work; it can be boring as hell. Though if I don’t talk about it at all, how would that be realistic?

The Monday transitions are always hard.