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I have to type numbers all day. Huge lists of numbers. Each number consists of 6 characters. They have to be placed in columns of 196 rows.
They make me want to scream. If it wouldn't be for Kristine and Willem working here on the same floor, I would. They come by now and then, sit a little at my desk, complain about being bored, and hear my rantings with patience. And thank god there is a free coffee machine just outside my office, which contains yummy hot chocolate.

Food makes my day, lol. Each morning on the way to the office my dad has a quick stop at a bakery and buys crispy fresh croissants for us. Once sitting sitting behind my desk, the countdown for lunch starts. The cantine is ok here, I have seen worse and I have seen better. But it doesn't really matter what the food taste like. It's food, it's not having to work for 3 times 15 precious minutes. I would eat the slimy mussles they serve here for that.

15 : 28. Two more hours. I am hungry.

No, wait. I'm just bored.

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Poem of the day:
'Geluk is mogelijk', Remco Campert