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Work, etc.

Went to work brilliantly on time, though I forgot my watch at home. Tried to cut down on the "My bladder nags me every half-hour with the water I have to go through at this job" moments -- I swear, I might as well have a little Ivan jumping up and down on the thing.

I was on BTS Replacements, and wound up with three surveys (two, even one, on that job is good). The names of the surveys at this workplace are deliberately ambiguous for most of the jobs -- I can say that I was on Brand Tracking Study, or Market Value Index, or Channel Selection, and only someone else who works there will have half a clue of the content, much less the sponsor, of same studies. I did a good job. My review yesterday was lousy (I was only up to standard overall, though I was above standard in some places) because I was half asleep; today my review was standard for me, that is, above standard.

I feel like a different person than the girl who started out working there three years ago. That's very possibly because I am. Marah started working there back in March of 2001. I didn't inherit until, I think, well after we quit there. Even if I'd come along by 2002, I had all the stress from everything. I ... don't remember my first memories. I inherit from Shanna, who merged with Azure Lunatic the Malkavian.

At any rate, I'm doing well there. I wound up having lunch in company with the D&D man, the tall guy who looks like someone's grandfather who hangs out in company with Mr. Arbitrarily Bitter, and the Fanboy, but not Mr. Arbitrarily Bitter himself. The D&D man kept to himself, Somebody Else's Grandpa and the Fanboy chatted (I threw in a few words towards the beginning) and I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Nice and peaceful lunch.

The day went well. I had no screaming Sunday asshats, for a change, just a few people who noted that it was a Sunday, and they would prefer not to be bothered on same, rather than the five-minute "You are so going to Hell, bitch" lecture that I don't look forward to because, well, I can't curse back, and would probably get a bad mark on any monitor report for even blessing them out. I think the fact that I was on the paced dialer rather than the regular dialer had a lot to do with it -- a more specific and smaller set of people bothered, and a human monitoring the ringing directly rather than long pauses while computers shuffle things around. I got a lot of philosophical ramblings accomplished in my paper looseleaf journal. Very interesting, some of the results.

I got off work a little late, because I was getting that last survey. I ran into trystan_laryssa as I was heading out; she looked like lightly microwaved scrambled eggs and death on toast with doom sauce, due to lack of sleep. I handed over my chocolate covered espresso beans -- I keep an emergency stash of them in my lunch bag. Then I came home.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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