Thursday, October 23, 2003
We had a meeting today to discuss the imminent office move. Most of the computers have already gone (think mine will flee tonight. No internets for me then.) so my manager asked everyone to write down their passwords in case there are any problems in the new building. A piece of paper was passed around. Susanna's? Guapa1. Should have seen it coming. If I hadn't been so hung over it may have raised a smile.
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