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   Sunday, September 28, 2003

HOW TO FEAR THE FUTURE

What do you do when you glance at the calendar's week ahead and wish it was over already? When life is so precious and fleeting, how can you justify wishing to erase five whole days of it? With Gabe leaving early on her maternity leave, it's up to a group of us "senior staff" at the record store to pitch in, giving me both a slight promotion and the job of staff scheduling. I'd be more excited about this new responsibility if Dean at the pub hadn't scheduled me to work five nights this week, Monday straight through Friday. That makes five fifteen-hour days in a row, which I strive never to allow but we're tight for security staff, it seems. How am I going to do this? One thing's for sure: I'll be stocking up on naps, so don't expect me back here for a bit, but please check in on me next weekend!