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Unexpected Work

Got put on the phones today, rather than being check-in. Was somewhat apprehensive at first, because of the scratchy throat (imagine Miss Viola Swamp) but decided that I could stick it out as long as I had to, and then go home if need be.

Much to my surprise, the Cute Geek Super dumped a Figment in my lap, or near enough -- Figment was late and got stuffed into the booth next to mine. My production had been at zero, with a relatively high refusal rate. I abruptly got two surveys (it was a difficult job to get surveys on) and had a better refusal rate. I wound up the night with six surveys (very good for that job); Figment got four (also good) out of 23 total (with at least 10 people on the job).

Now, we're headed over to dustraven and trystan_laryssa's, but not after Figment asking after the fate of the junker computer that's sitting on one of my desks. He's in need of an upgrade...
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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