For the Manager reading: I offer my sincere apologies for any further consequences that may arise from my careless words.

Because I think Heathcliff is REALLY thinking about doing something like that.

Heathcliff said, and I quote: "Oi, latte is too weak, it's for some lassies who are too afraid for a real boost".

I told him, that for true and "pure" effect he should chew coffee beans raw and then fill his mouth with boiling water.

NOTE: THAT WAS A SARCASTIC SUGGESTION.

Note: this was a hint at something I consciously deny, as if it were some kind of repressed trauma. I don't like it when she teases me like that. It's cruel.

I'll ask the Manager to give me more responsibilities, that will definitely help (the main thing is that Mr. Samsa doesn't bother about it again)

Maybe it's because I had so much going on that even the slightest downtime felt like a waste of precious time, or my days used to be so routine that I wish there were anything now? Hmm.

One must wonder, is there a standardized form for appealing one's own thoughts? Merely a theoretical inquiry.

Wright*

How. Did. I. Even. Misspelled. That?

The*

See?!

Tge*