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Underpants, hey!

1.) Go to work.
2.) ...
3.) Profit!

That's about how it is these days. Today I was on BTS Replacement, which is an easy job on the paced dialer. It was a quiet day, which means that I was nearly asleep all shift, nice and quiet and easy. Time is moving faster for me these days, I think.

The dialer broke down midshift, and we were sent off to break about five to ten minutes early. I had a rousing conversation with a tiny white-haired lady who looked like someone's grandmother. She may have been working with computers before FatherSir even started with them, and we went into detail about how much the computer system at work sucks it. trystan_laryssa, dustraven, and their DM were there too, and a great time was had by all. Evidently the dialer did this yesterday and the day before too. It evidently only freaks out a few times a year, but when it does it, it does it badly. I remember doing a tarot reading on the dialer once, when it was in breaky-phase. The reading was correct, saying that the dialer wouldn't be coming up for a while... at least, that's how I remember it. (I had my deck at work with me a lot at that point, and I was doing random readings on everything.)

The computers weren't entirely fixed by the time we came back from break, and we had to sit & wait for a while. Eventually things calmed down, and we got sent home around eight-ish, when 10:30 is the scheduled shift-off time, and 9 is more likely to happen.

I volunteered for a doubleshift Sunday, just because. marxdarx is contemplating applying there, and is deeply contemplating it after he found out the pay scale.
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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