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Today is really noon on Sunday. Since I haven't gone to sleep yet I guess that I can still think of it as being Saturday if I want.

The sun is shining and I am tired and hungry. One of these conditions needs to be remedied before the other can begin. Italian sausage is the meal of choice, because Ann and I didn't have our morning meal, we just talked.

The topics always seem to vary. Work is somewhere in there, but soon the conversation wanders off to something entirely different. For example today Ann was trying to tell me what it felt like to be pregnant. Nicole has also done the same thing for me and I don't know why either. It isn't as though I don't appreciate this insight, but it certainly isn't going to happen to me.

The single thought that always stays with me the most is that neither of them thought that it was all that painful. To put it another way if it were truly that awful no woman would ever do it more than once so says Nicole.

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Nicole told us a word for vagina that neither Ann or myself had ever heard. It seems that when she was little, her mother referred to that part of the body as hoo hoo. Okay.

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Ann gave me the strongest motivational speech that I have heard in a long time. It seems that she knows that I would rather be working somewhere else and that if I would try just a little harder I could probably get there. Of course that is the grossly oversimplified version of what she said, but I am much too tired to remember the exact words right now. It was not something that I expected her to say and it was nice to hear.

She truly loves her job so to hear her step outside for a moment and see my point of view was very welcomed.

There are some days when I truly feel lost while I am there. I even feel as though I am being punished for having done something years ago that I shouldn't have done. Work has become a personal hell of my own making and I can't seem to find the will to leave it.

I better stop here, because the melodrama is getting to me. Still there are moments when work feels like an eternity to me and I lose sight of the future.

 
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