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A good hammerblow—no job. I’ll find something quick. Rob and I had a few, I’m a little anxious, not the circumstances one should drink under, but I bought a bottle and Heather and I got boiled.
[Author’s note: the tax office hired only women for the position, something they could get away with in 1980. I see now one man in a room with 300 young women is a formula for something. Rob, as it turned out, drank every day and we eventually fell out over it. Plus he told me he could drum which was a lie. And if you ever want somebody just to go drinking with, call Heather. She’s ready to head out in five minutes flat.]
