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Written by Tamara
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Dear Diary, Last weekend, after a long spell, we did a ladies night on Hump Day. |
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Written by Tamara
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Dear Diary, I did it, dear diary! Half way through March, I quit my job at Phiri & Patel Promotions, and nothing, not in this earth as I know it, felt as good. I did it in style too. End of the day, on Friday, I just walked into Mr. Patel's office and told him it was my pleasure to inform him that I had been offered a post at a new telecom company in their PR department ( a company that I had initially approached as a prospective client) and that I was resigning from his shitty little company with immediate effect. In a fit of panic, he promised to keep Mr. Tembo off my back and increase my salary by 50%. I asked him if he could throw in a car and housing allowance into the bargain, then hackled until he agreed. |
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Written by Tamara
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Dear Diary, Isn’t the year 2 pin 2 turning out to be one hell of a ride? Can I get a witness? I think my moon must be at a funny angle in my constellation or a meteor shower is occurring over my planet, because boy, is my life some ride!! |
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Written by Tamara
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Dear Diary, Usually, I love end of years. My birthday and Christmas. November 24th and December 25th. The guarenteed fun times on my calendar. Usually. Sigh Christmas is set, but I have feeling that my birthday is going to be a pretty depressing affair, and not because I am getting older. I have nothing to worry about there. When I hit 24, I decided it was a good age to be and I would stick to it for a couple more years - maybe a decade if I can get away with it … |
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Written by Tamara
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I threw a major tantrum today at the office. I swear, I am seriously considering moving on now. I don’t think I can take this sort of harassment doing a job that I love and doing it so well as well. |
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