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Squeak squeak
Feb. 3rd, 2004 11:19 amSo I got the grease.
I woke up this morning at about quarter to eleven, came downstairs, and noted the blinking light on the answering machine.
Apparently, the secretary at the other office did indeed put my file on the top of the pile, because one of the messages was the nuc med doc.
I phoned him back, but he was in a meeting, so now we're engaged in a game of telephone tag. Squeak squeak, is all I have to say.
It's funny.. there's a very large part of me that doesn't want to do this. So while one part of me is glad he phoned, another is wishing he hadn't. Or hadn't had to, more correctly.
I woke up this morning at about quarter to eleven, came downstairs, and noted the blinking light on the answering machine.
Apparently, the secretary at the other office did indeed put my file on the top of the pile, because one of the messages was the nuc med doc.
I phoned him back, but he was in a meeting, so now we're engaged in a game of telephone tag. Squeak squeak, is all I have to say.
It's funny.. there's a very large part of me that doesn't want to do this. So while one part of me is glad he phoned, another is wishing he hadn't. Or hadn't had to, more correctly.
