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Contextual Silence

I'm not used to being the the closest point of human contact for more than one person at once, so being the closest of both Darkside and Figment is weirding me out a bit. They've both got glass masks, now, and I have to keep forcing myself to remember that the surrounding people have not been told the crucial details, that there are certain things I can't discuss with them, because he'd prefer that the actual things remain private, things for just us (and my clergy contacts if necessary).

Today the Figment was a zombie, and looked like he badly needed someone to tackle him and quietly hug him until he was forced to work out everything that was making him zombify, but it was work, so I couldn't. Alas.

I was feeling horrible this morning, so I called the office and inquired as to when I was supposed to be in. I wasn't on the schedule until three, so I dove back in bed and caught up on the sleep. Sleep and I have been having a dysfunctional relationship lately.

I was on the Dendarii Brewing Company Panel survey today, which meant that I barely had time to breathe between surveys. I got to talk to a lot of very friendly and personable people, fortunately. That survey sucks when there are the nasty people, and there can be a lot of those. I wound up talking with an Elizabeth Moon who was not the author, though she'd heard of the author and was thinking about writing a book of her own. I encouraged her on that front, because that's one of the things that should be done.

Stressy College Chick Shift Ops Super had my shiny new name badge for me! I'd e-mailed the person in the office who handles those things, letting her know that the temporary badge I'd had was getting pretty beat-up and nasty, employing a few of the tricks I'd used in business writing -- namely, not asking if I could please have a new one, but asking please when it would be convenient for her to make me a permanent one. I shall be writing a nice thank-you e-mail acknowledging the receipt of the badge and its general spiffiness when I get a moment at work on Friday.

I'm starting to actually attain a level of confidence and competence at work. Once I've mastered the check-in skills, I'll probably be antsy enough to want to learn something else. And since there is a decent rate of attrition in the ranks of the Phone Goons Pulled to Assist and the levels above (quitting, moving into other departments, moving, et cetera) I have opportunity to rise higher in the company. Figment has aspirations too -- and needs a new job! Anyone in the Phoenix area who needs a steady, hard worker with immense capacity for loyalty, one with an accounting degree and my personal recommendation, let me know, and we'll talk.
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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