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Pink Shirt Guy had the day off.
I had paperwork.
I have to get the Morningstar reports functional before Monday.
I have to get the database spitting out phone goon stats ASAP.
I have to get Traveling Manager's expense reports from the 2006 financial year entered, because she's going to be skewered and roasted and Entirely Not Happy, because that's how her expense reports are making the finance department feel, and they're passing on the love to her.
Sampling has drum lessons.
Comic Pirate Super is in the same office as Sampling again, though they're both in an entirely different department now.
Sampling is known for acquiring minions and not giving them back. So when Business Management heard that she was borrowing me, there was Commentary of Doom going on. She doesn't want to give me up. :D
I explained to Traveling Management that the logo in the upper left-hand corner of the screen is, by unspoken web design principle, supposed to link back to the home page of the site. She didn't know this. We figured that it should perhaps be a little more obvious. (She's beta-user-ing for a helpful site on things and stuff. I got to help her understand it; her very cluelessness made her a perfect Old Lady for the application.)
I was about to leave at 6:15 when Cute Desk Guy waylaid me, asking for help in figuring out where to expand his technical skills for greater employability. I recommended that he familiarize himself with the MS Office suite, look into learning the skills that need to be known for the A+ certification, and maybe make friends with a web server or two. He's a hardware kind of guy.
I went back to my little corner to clean up, and got lassoed into writing up an infraction. Snarky Lady does that, because I am a fast and good typist. That added fifteen minutes to my departure time, so while I was actually leaving at 6:45, it was only 6:30's worth of work. So that's what I signed out as.
hcolleen saw from LJ what kind of state I was in as I was coming home, and greeted me with a nice hot mug of tea. Sympathetic, hand-holding tea! Yay!! She recommended that I take a bath.
Dawn is in Florida, enjoying Disney World. She works for the Mouse, so she has an appreciation for what the staff go through -- and when they are and are not doing things right. There's no critic like one in the business. She's glad that Darkside is back in my good graces, though it's fairly clear that she might not have let him back in so easily. She seems to be having fun there.
I took myself a nice long bath, with a nice trashy novel. Fringe benefits of the moonlighting will involve a lot more trashy novels that aren't worth selling.
I'm still amused by how Mike has decided that he's his own character now, thank you very much. He still owes a lot to his template, but he's distinctly his own man in my head, which is as it should be. (Also, talking with non-writers about how characters do their thing is a very unsettling prospect, mostly unsettling for them.)
Dishes are washing. I need to do laundry again soonish, and I've got another skirt to mend. It's hanging up for me waiting for when I get the chance, and I should do that before laundry day.
Darkside has been informed of the changes to my schedule, and furthermore, he has been informed that "as always, [he has] first crack at my free time."
I have a dentist appointment on Saturday. I am not looking forward to it with such insane glee as last time, but I am looking forward to the prospect of not having jagged edges on things and not having to mess with temporary filling.
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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