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The custom of chaos November 23, 2002

My mission has been trying. I feel like I am in a foreign land where everyone does everything a different way. The wrong way. 170 means 173. There is no proper chain of command. No one takes responsibility. I am swimming up-river, pulling along a little barge that is getting weighed down by more and more tasks and other people's responsibilities…I am so frustrated I want to cry.

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