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Zoomed in to work nearly late. Cracked Halloween costume jokes -- mentioned the year before last, where Sis and I had been skyclad. (She was wearing a reproduction of Van Gogh's Starry Night, and I was in pale blue with clouds and a sun.) Assorted groaning. The general thought was that for Halloween, I might actually wear bright color. (I may do one better -- there's that white dress with the blue flowers in my closet. That ought to be sufficiently "normal" ... )

I wasn't monitoring today, but I got sent to the very back row of computers on the Market Research side of the room. (Remember when the West side of the room was all Customer Service?) I was testing. There was a new survey, evidently, and Rev. Nice Super was having us do Computer to Paper and generate test data.

The lady next to me had never done testing before, and she was dreadfully lost and confused. I was not able to help her out with much. She really needed a supervisor showing her the ropes, and that wasn't me.

Usually testing zooms past, and this wasn't really an exception. It was a dreadfully long survey, but I am assured it will be better when read, because there were a lot of the fiddly little 1-10 scale questions for multiple companies, and while those are a bitch to test, they fly past when reading them. I may have found some bugs; I may not have.

trystan_laryssa was half-dead by break. I offered Reiki. She accepted, and then perked right up. Evidently my technique is nice and smooth. (Thanks again, amberite; and this time I'm actually using your right name, typed as displayed! :-P)

We only got a little more time testing after break before Rev. Nice Super came around again and told us that we were done testing! I finished up my test and we started in on the survey about the insurance people already have. I got two and a half in less than three hours, which is good. I am very professional with that survey, and I like it; most people loathe it. I get complimented on my technique by people who hated the survey. So I rule.

Super G was running that job, and evidently he forgot about us. The quiet lady next to me went out and asked about something and very quietly told us (well, me, since the lady next to me on the other side wasn't listening) that we were done and could go home; Super G came by at 10 'til 9 and apologized and shooed us on home. Evidently the rest of the people on that job left a long time ago.

Hooray for hours, though...
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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