fax off

i keep getting faxed at. someone is trying to fax something to reception in santa monica, which is apparently too busy to receive calls, so is transferring them to me. so i pick up the phone, and it goes beep. beeeeeeeep.

normally, this wouldn’t be exciting, but things at work are inordinately exciting before 9 a.m. ooo, staples.

today (or sometime soon) is caroline’s birthday, so the gang is going out for lunch. i am breaking my no-buying-lunch rule to celebrate with them. tomorrow is our office’s friday-off, but i’m working as per usual, to get mo’ money, mo’ money.

i think fax machines should come with built-in voice-recognition, so that when i sternly say, “this is not a fax machine,” they can dig.

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