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at my late night shift last night, john (i get along with him really well, we goof around a lot) and i were both miserably tired. i feel like if i ever really need anything to get done, need help with something, i am always calling john's name. and he is always saying, "what is it, eeyore?"

he calls me eeyore because 1. i sounded really awful for a week because i lost my voice, i could barely talk and my voice was super low. he said i sounded like eeyore. 2. i am extremely positive and optimistic, so he thinks it's funny to basically call me the opposite.

he's a nice boy, john. even though a lot of the time at work i am saying his name in a disapproving tone. but he's nice.