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Short shifts are fun for the whole family

Screamed into work almost late. Yikes! Managed to be more or less on time, though. I was on the phones today, par for the course for Thursdays. $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, yay. Of course, that brings with it its own joys in the form of people being general and assorted obnoxious wankers, but eh. This is what drawing cartoons at work is for.

I need to learn to check the security of my lids before inverting or agitating any container containing liquid, especially sticky liquid. Results? About 1 tablespoon of Dew Livewire with 2 Atomic Fireball candies dissolved in it, all over my desk, my flask, and me. (Orange/cinnamon is very good. I'll have to pass that tip on to Motley.)

We got a fifteen minute break at 5:00pm, then dismissed at 5:30. 4.5 hours today on that, then an additional .25 spent checking my e-mail. I'm glad I'm coming in on the 1pm shift. The 3pm people on my job got out at 6pm, which is only 3 hours.

I spent some random time joking around with the Young Long-Haired Desk Guy (he who is tasty-looking but celibate) about assorted; the party eventually moved outside when dustraven and the Bunny Master came out for break.

"It's been a while... give us a grin, then, luv..."
This prompted the Azzgrin at the poor Bunny Master (an elder gamer who GMs and plays a Malkavian), who is (as always) traumatized by the sheer insanity in the Azzgrin. Yet he keeps asking us to smile...

Tomorrow I'm to be check-in. This will be entertaining. I'm not sure how many paycheck SNAFUs there will be. There are lots of new people I don't know by sight yet, so I will have to verify a lot of identities before handing out paychecks.
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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