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Ergh, what a day.

I know it's the kind of day where I shoulda stayed in bed when my body is screaming at me two hours into the shift.

I had a sixteen year old flirting at me.

If I'd had the energy to get my paper out during the five hours I was there, I would have taken better notes.

Old Lady Monitor told me a horror story from her past on the phones where some joker tried to tell her how to spell the name of said joker's sister: "C, l, i, t, o, r, i, s." Uh-huh.

Just another day being a survey goon.

Five hours should not feel like ten hours.
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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