Smonster, I'm so sorry. This company sounds insanely flakey.
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{{smonster}} So sorry, hon.
((((smonster))))
I'm so sorry smonster.
I'm sorry smonster
Damn, I'm so sorry smonster.
Thanks for the brackets. I'm not the only one. Company-wide, don't know how deep. I reckon that's what the call in 15 is about. The universe is kind of calling my bluff on this NOLA thing, huh? I'm kind of shocky and teary right now, but I think as I calm down I'll be fine.
Seska, you'll be pleased to know that I'm having a nice cuppa of Welsh tea. I swear, my parents are nearly British sometimes. I'm at their house, they're closer to the office.
I'm sorry smonster. I bet there's something wonderful waiting for you in New Orleans the universe is trying to get you to.
The universe is kind of calling my bluff on this NOLA thing, huh?
I hope that's the upshot. I'm sorry, smonster. May today's bad news bring tomorrow's good things.