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Sunday, October 09, 2005

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ok, clear copy jam...so, clear the jam...... open the door... ok, let's see ... so remove the paper... and then let's see.... Huuuuuuuhhhhh.... endless.... it's just endless..... ok, if this doesn't work I'm going to frigging shoot myself in the frigging head... ok here we go.... Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhh.... why can't we have a normal copier ... Fucking dammit... what a peace of crap... what a fucking piece of crap..... what a fucking piece of crap .... those were the days back in Washington, Matty, eh?



The last sentence is the only part of this speech (the excerpt above represents about one minute out of about ten) directed to another human being. A colleague's been delivering this speech as if she was the prosecutor and also the jury. She has been loudly winning her own sympathy and working herself through skilfull rhetoric into a frothy wrath over the sheer unfairness of her situation. It sounded horribly pathetic, as if she's the only person left who can listen to her complaints.