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On the late shift today, which means I have to work till 7pm, but I got to sleep in a bit this morning. Woke up at 6am anyway, from a dream that my workplace was somehow transferring customer-service calls to my home number, so that I had to talk to customers but couldn't actually do anything for them, since all their files were at the office.

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Gah. Throat is killing me.

ETA - Another 3.5 hours till I can leave, buy some sore throat lozenges, and go home.

Semi-related: I hate it when I hate someone else's voice; I know it's irrational and that the person has done nothing to deserve my ire, I get disgusted with my own shallowness –and I *still* want to choke them every time they giggle inanely, or their voice goes up? At the end of every phrase?