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The idea of studying numbers on a sheet of white never appealed to me. I’m still carrying the effects of last night like a bad drug run. I came home today with a throbbing head. The bosses in KL turned up the pressure and both of us succumbed; it wasn’t an urgent need, but my boss over here didn’t know the difference.

And like all good Horatios, I got dragged into the mess. Papers were drawn out, invoices stacked and a slew of instructions followed: take this tabulation and slice and dice; take that tabulation and correlate; take this sheet of paper and try to make sense of it. On top of the avalanche from last night, today began like a slow crawl up a steep hill. The work was done, but ‘fine tuning’ is a much hated phrase around here: it usually means re-doing work you are told can be done better, or more elaborate.

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It always boils down to the smell.

The smell of stale coffee, bad breath and bodily odours. A long night last night, too much work and exasperation: I entertained thoughts of a mini-riot but decided to hunker down and get the work done, so what the heck. I’ve been assimilated, and spent hours last night performing Borg-like tasks and functions. Ugh.

Take a total opposite situation in Paris. Almost two weeks of rioting by “disenfranchised” youth and immigrants. If you’re looking for an interesting take on the situation, head here. I browsed through some of the articles he had compiled and found myself reading this. Check this out, it’ll sound familiar:
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