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Saturday, Jul. 15, 2006 8:58 P.M.

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This one's a bit stranger than the last one. Can you handle it? Well ready or not, here it is!

THE WHATCHAMCCALLIT FILE--SPECIAL EDITION! (Available only to select subscribers, in other words, all of you.)

Hi! Guess what? I'm not at school. I'm not even in *****. [I ain't puttin' where I live on the web, sorry.] I'm in *****, for the WAGES program, and if anyone reading this does not know what that is, or where ***** is, you have wrongly accessed this special edition, and should immediately dispose of it. [Obviously there's an exception here.]
Anyway, for you special people whose privilege it is to view this exclusive content, I'm in the middle of the first day of my second week at work. I'm so dern BORED, I decided to start a File to keep me halfway entertained. The volunteer chick next to me has a very bad sounding cough. I hope she doesn't give me anything*1 ...
I'm listening to a new Jessica Simpson song on my mom's walkman, while I'm waiting for the next person to ask where to find a place marked by a huge, very obvious sign. This time, it was a chick and (presumably) her boyfriend or husband, wanting to know where they could do something that is in the building next door. Man, I could cry from boredom!
Uh oh--it's Eminem! I can't change the station, because this is the only one that picks up well. Man, I wish I had something worthwhile to talk about.
GOODNESS!!! I'm very bored. I don't even know who I am anymore; all I know is that I am someone inhabited by Boredom. OK, maybe I'm not that desperately bored, but I am quite close!!!
A little over an hour to sit here. And sit here. And sit some more. Did I mention that I do a lot of sitting? Oh! And then ... there is the sitting part of this job! Did I say that? Sorry.
Wow. I'm stupid; I just choked on my spit. Eww *2!
Now Usher's on the radio. He has a cool voice. It can go HIGH, and then, just as quickly, LOW, and then, before you know it, HIGH again, and then DOUBLE-HIGH, and so on. It's cool.
Forty-five minutes left. See how slowly I'm writing in this file? I'm just so BORED!!!!!!!! I can't even write!!!
Now I have fifteen minutes to go. Quite a few peeps have stopped by. Now I'm sitting here alone though, so I have to handle all the hard questions. I'm a woman though; I can handle it. With a little help from my employer. I wonder if these poor, simple people would survive without me if I went to the restroom? (That, in case you hadn't noticed, was sarcasm.)
Now, I have five minutes left, and home I shall trot! Or, at least, to the dorm room. Peeps are claiming it's a beautiful day; I can't wait to see! I shall write more tomorrow probably.

*1: my first year at WAGES, when this File was written, I worked as a receptionist. There was sometimes an elderly volunteer with me, especially during my first weeks so I could learn the ropes.
*2: I was seriously considering editing this part out, but I kept it in for your entertainment. You can thank me later.
TO BE CONTINUED
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