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Went over and watched Goblet of Fire and then the first Fruits Basket with trystan_laryssa and dustraven & company. It was mostly just us two girls watching the anime. We made cookie puffs. All hail the mighty cookie puff! We also discovered that the fryer takes exactly a quart of oil. Heh.

Dawn called! She's been terribly busy, and has been terribly sorry about it, and friends have been grumpy because friendships are not getting their scheduled maintenance time. It's a matter of higher-priority things increasing in timesuck, vs. the friendships being downgraded, but the effect of less quality time for friends is still there. She had Actors about her, with much hilarity and background noise. She has faith in my ability to slowly but surely win myself a place in the heart of a certain elusive Darkside.

The Figment showed. There's some scary stuff going down with a co-worker. All the supervisors have noticed, and we're none of us quite sure what to do. The office is asking the supervisory staff to be documenting what's going on, apparently, and presumably they'll be handling it according to their procedures, but I have this secondhand.

The stuff with the One-Man Bald Nudity Crusade was so over-the-top but yet relatively mild that it was hilarious, and the guy did not seem to be in any obvious distress except what you get when you act unpleasant to your co-workers and supervisors, you can't deal with technology, and you have poor job performance that you don't seem to be interested in improving. What's going on with this co-worker ... whatever it is, it needs professional attention and it has to be fucking scary to be this person at this time. I say this in my capacity as clergy.

In my capacity as an employee there, I'm similarly disturbed. Given that my desk at work is located where it is located, I also get to hear the supervisors who are running jobs talking to the shift ops super about general stuff unless they're making a special effort to be absolutely unheard by anyone but them. And that person's name came up within the last week, attached to a number of incidents that escalated in their "something's not right" vibe. It was all mild enough taken separately, but put together, I knew exactly what name to say when the Figment barged in to Movie Night saying that there was Something Up with a co-worker and he was Very Worried.

Where do you draw the line between professional confidentiality and human-to-human compassion? I think the line's already been crossed, thanks to Figment's input, and I have a few numbers I can call to get advice on what should be done from here.
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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