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it’s a good feeling, this one… with snow everywhere, and the briefest respite from thinking about (the company that cannot be named) work …. despite the odd goodness that comes from doing something good with a good team, is the underlying weight that this isn’t going to ever be tryly good, or get much better than it is now… and folks who are near and dear to me are beginning to chime in on what a bizarre and dreadful point i’m at.

there are days i can be angry before i hit the parking lot, and days when i’m so very upset that i’m letting a customer down. and that’s no way to be… trying to find the balance between myself and mow work… when does it stop being work and start being life again? 

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[Jorge]

It never does when you care too much.

Working for Voldemort can do that.
:)