Dust showered down on me as I fled through the tunnels, gunshots ringing out in the darkness behind me. I saw an opening approaching a hundred feet away, light cascading down the darkness towards me. Out in the open I wouldn't stand a chance - I had lived so far on this escape by ducking and diving through dark tunnel openings, and praying that I didn't get clipped by an unlucky bullet.
As I closed on the opening, a realisation dawned on me. This was no ordinary cave opening - if memory serves me this is Tunnel 19G, which starts off the side of 17F and ends in nothingness. A 400 ft drop and a 10ft gap to the opposite opening of 19H. Exercise a leap of faith over ten feet, or fall bullet-ridden for four-hundred feet?
I quickened my pace...
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Day 5
Making a drink this morning I took my cup from the cupboard, only to have it slip in my fumbling fingers. Without thinking I reached out to catch the tumbling crockery, but spinning as it was all I did was slow it down. I reached again, only to receive a blow from the handle to my index finger. Spinning now ceased, it continued to fall. Level with knee now, I managed to parry it off my knee and onto my foot; where it stopped almost dead. Rolling onto the floor, with a faint thwuck, I thought all was safe. Upon closer inspection I saw the hairline crack which now marred the inner of the cup. Cup4 is gone, maybe it long be remembered. Roll on Cup5...
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Finding faults and mis-interpretations in FM's figures, I confronted him to ask how I should 'meticulously' (this is how I was told to go about this piece of work, and as such have done so) go about these differences...
Me: "Well, I'm just wondering about these balances which don't agree. It looks like these items here have already been accounted for, but they've been left on here as outstanding."
FM: "Well, the way you need to look at it, is as these figures are correct, since these h ave already been signed off. I'm happy that all that could be done to reconcile these figures has been done already."
Me: "So, what should I do about these differences that will be left at the end?"
FM: "The best thing to do would just be to do all you can, and then lump together the balances and write-off anything that's left."
At this point my obsessive-compulsive pedant nature is twitching...
Me: "Right, okay... A couple of these are quite a high value difference, though."
FM: "Yeh, yeh. Well, I'm happy that everything that could have been done, has been done. The best thing to do would just be to do all you can, and then lump together the balances and write-off anything that's left."
Me: "Okay, then."
As FM walked away, my obsessive-compulsive pedant nature snapped... as did the pencil in my hand. I left my desk to go and find solice in the archive room.
Upon returning to my desk, I found that one half of the pencil had been decorated with permanent marker pen by the uni graduate opposite:
MAD JIM
AARRRRGGGHH!!!!!
How mature, eh?
Oh, how we laughed...
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The end of blog-week one, and I'm bored already... 
That's all for now, and remember 
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