I've been moving through the Russian forests for weeks now, headed for Moscow. I'm going to see a man about a diamond... as big as his fist, he said. Well, he's six foot seven, I'm thinking, so this I've gotta see. From the Arda Le Muerta shipwreck in 1854 - gold bullion in the hundreds of millions.
I was ambushed again by Tuskan raiders. Funny thing... I didn't think you got them in Russia, but maybe they're migrating. Gave them the old one-two and sent them on their way... in cauterised pieces.
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Day 4
With provisions low and water running out, I decided it was time to head out.
I shout to a colleague, "Is anyone passing down 'Leverarch Straight'?"
"No Jim, you're good! Go for it!"
Standing on my chair, I face my desk. With a wink to the worker sitting opposite, I brace myself before leaping backwards and doing a double-backflip over the six foot high wall of files. I land like a cat - soft as a feather and with a faint meow. Raucous applause accompanied my 180 turn and a simple bow.
I pulled the collar of my jacket around my face to protect from the harsh climate outside the safety of the office.
"I'll be back soon..."
Note: Some of the above, may not have occurred as written above... Common space-time notwithstanding, this blog passes through multiple dimensions and thought-driven worlds before reaching this point. In summation: Be afraid, be very afraid...
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So, TallMan comes over today and asks, "So, how's it going then? Getting on alright with the work?"
I turn in my chair resulting in an avalanche of paperwork. "It's going just fine, yeh. As you can see, I'm relishing in the open-office environment so much, that I've decided to make my own cubicle... out of LeverArch files." (not exact words, but close - I think on my feet (or sat down, as it were))
"So, how are finding the work that [FatMan] passed you yesterday? That coming along okay?"
"Erm, yeh... It's under here somewhere...", I say with a sheepish grin. Oh dear god, I think I've lost the files... Shit, think of something else to talk about... "Yeh, I'll be having another run at it this afternoon - see if I can't finish it off... and then start back on those queries you passed over on Monday."
"Oh yes. [TheMD]'s actually been asking about those, if you could look at them as soon as..."
Damn!! Obviously the wrong subject...
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Despite all attempts at training over the last six months, the university graduate sitting opposite remains inept. Answering random-fire questions without looking up from my work, I raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes enough times a day to be able to go and visit the optician for eye-socket-strain related trauma, and claim the fees back as expenses.
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Snack-machine suddenly has Branston pickle MiniCheddars in it. 
Praise the snack-machine man, for he is your friend...
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More soon.... And remember....
Yes that's right, don't make me tell you thrice . . .