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So... I go to work. I park my car and get out. The projectionist is there, knocking on the door. The manager comes out to let us in, and says "Oh... no one told you the first movie doesn't start until two? Come back at one!" Arrrgh! Grr and blast! So, now I'm sitting here for another 45 minutes before I have to leave again. And I still have to work a ten-hour day, only if I had known that I didn't need to be there until two, I could've gone swimming with my mom and sister. I haven't been swimming more than three times this year, and that's sad. No wonder I'm so out of shape. The track coach is going to be so mad at me when I start practice. It's not like I can fake not being out of breath or something. And there's not much I can do to get back in shape in less than three weeks, is there? Well... I think I'll go find something to eat before I have to leave again..
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