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I left work early yesterday. Didn't feel well. Pressure from gases building up. I reckon I shouldn't have stuck so much food down my Adam's apple. I spent the rest of my day next to an EMT and a mop. Not at all kidding--that was the highlight of my evening.
Today I'm back at Corporate America. No longer sick yet still live in constant fear. Least to say, it was a hectic day yesterday. I began this morning by searching for a few interns that were recently hired here. I need to warn them to be on the lookout for Phyllis and Phil who are always out to enslave mankind--up until now I haven't had much luck in locating the survivors. It's Hell Week. Phyllis and Phil repeatedly hire and fire applicants here to feed their increasingly voracious appetite. The more victims they hire, the more they can get inside the heads of their prey.
P.S. I have to go, I've already said enough--not use to wagering more than I can afford to lose!
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