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Here.
To conclude this journal, which I've had for over 3 and a half years:
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19th was ok, dampened by antisocial, neanderthal cousins and a bit too much stick from friends.
BBQ wasn't too bad, and we (friends) ended up playing pictionary (easy, childish version) when the relatives had gone, which, while stupidly easy, was amusing.
Work's still not great, and I'm tempted to look for something else, but at the same time, I don't want to move to a worse job, which is a possibility.
Managed to get today and tomorrow off, as there were too many people on the rota (all six of us, when we could cope with three). However, I've got to go in tomorrow anyway, as I'm "representing the support teams" in a meeting to try and reduce the number of people quitting. I've spoken to most of the people that I need to, and have good some decent points to raise, but I can't see it improving the situation. And this is meant to be a fortnightly thing. Interesting.
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Anticlimax?