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The schedule I gave was not too far off for the dialing end of things. We were out by an hour and a half after the last phone goon left, hooray!

My schedule on Sunday is going to be somewhat flexible. I get to start in on doing that most fun thing, the reports that the Queen Bee Monitor used to do.

We are direly behind on monitor reports on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB.

Side note to othercat re: comment about conversation involving the Figment: if we hadn't thought it was OK for you to overhear, we wouldn't have had that conversation then and there.

The wankitude between supervisors at work blossoms mightily. I am putting myself in the position that attempts to say nothing to piss anyone off, and prefers that any department-internal issues be solved in the department, where they belong. If am asked about it by a member of Management, can spin it into a position of politically sensitive departmental strength.

The one dude's girlfriend problems are like omg insane, except for the fact that he's dating her willingly and also does a fair bit of acting like an insensitive bastard. I could really care less except for the fact that I overhear far too much about it.

Sometimes it seems that every time Rev. Not-So-Nice Supervisor states an opinion, Trendy Chick disagrees with it completely, yet when I rephrase it slightly, she agrees with it, and Rev. Not-So-Nice Supervisor agrees that I said what he just said.

Despite the fact that I am able to rattle off the phrase "Fuckity-fucking-fuck on a fucking fuck-stick" very fluently, Homie G. Super still apologizes for cussing around me when I give the eyebrow-and-smile.
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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