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Name: Elaine Chow
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Birthday: 12/23/1986
Interests: Studying and working for the media.
Expertise: Majoring in Journalism and Advertising, with a side order of Film and PR, while free-lancing as a professional procrastinator. I love my job.
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Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
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Member Since:
3/4/2004
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| So how's everyone doing? I expected my social life to change when work started, but I'm surprised at how much exactly. As I'm slowly getting the hang of things, I'm meeting a lot of friends at and around work. I hang out with colleagues and industry contacts more than my old friends from before work. Jenny's still permanently on my 'last 5 numbers dialled' list, but I've had difficulty making time even to see my parents, much less all the old friends. Back when I was a bum, I couldn't make enough friends. But now that my free time has been drastically slashed to a mere fraction of what it was before, it's almost a matter of 'MSN, work lunch, or BUST!' But I'll always love you guys. Just because I haven't been camping on your doorstep like I used to, it doesn't mean I'm not always thinking about hanging out. I just really haven't found a way to fit it in yet.
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| Football!
My first account at the new company involves football. Something I neither knew nor cared about. At first. The first day on the job, I was handed the keys to a safekeeping box, which I thought I'd get to keep personal stuff in. When I opened it, however...
Me: It's filled with junk!
Football-loving colleague: What? It's not junk! Anyway please take good care of those.
Me: Boy, there are a lot of footballs in here. Wait, there's a bunch of signatures on this one...
F-LC: Yeah.
Me: Whose signatures are these?
F-LC: Barcelona.
Me: That's not a who, that's a where.
F-LC: No, as in Barcelona...
Me: Oh wait. Is there a Barcelona football team?
F-LC: ... Yes.
(Almost) a month has passed since I joined. And many football conversations later, I'm slowly but surely picking up a few things about football. While far from understanding the game, at least I no longer ask how to spell famous players' names. And more importantly, I'm getting a better understanding of the rivalry.
Vive le epidemic?
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| Earth Hour.
Laynie: it's early enough to catch a decent restaurant now
--|[s2k]|--: not now la
--|[s2k]|--: later a bit
Laynie: wjem
Laynie: when
Laynie: sorry typing in the dark
--|[s2k]|--: lol
--|[s2k]|--: anyways
--|[s2k]|--: we'll go round 11
Laynie: pkay
Laynie: okay
Laynie: FUCKING DARK
--|[s2k]|--: lol
--|[s2k]|--: turn on the lights
Laynie: no, i'm making a statement, dammit
Laynie: and apprently the statement is i can't spell properly anymore
--|[s2k]|--: that and when ppl go past ur unit
--|[s2k]|--: they'll be saying
--|[s2k]|--: "cheap bastards cannot pay electricity bill"
Laynie: 'i think it's haunted but i'm not 100% sure?'
Laynie: oh
Laynie: yours is better
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| Holy shit I'm busy.
Everything's being neglected and I'm a horrible, horrible friend. Unless, you know, you work really near where I work, in which case we get food together sometimes and I'm an okay friend. But other than that, it's pretty much work, sleep, work, sleep, repeat cycle. Lunch breaks (and dinner breaks when working late) make up about 90% of my social life now. It's happened, just like everyone said it would. So ARE YOU HAPPY NOW arrrrgh.
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