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omfg; wtf.

I got a raise! Hooray! Management said it was a very good raise. Management does not think that the raise was big enough for all the work I've been doing around here. *grin* Evidently I have been working my ass off. I hear I'm going to be seeing it on my paycheck next week. That will be nice.

Darkside's room smells like dry black tea and leather. He got himself a nice long trenchcoat for Christmas. :D (Though I don't think it's a leather trenchcoat.) I opened up my little box of tea and the smell hit me and I realized that this was what it was. This caused me to go all silly.

OMG. Client changes to survey = CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION. May not say much more: confidentiality. Cannot say more: may weep.

My interviewers = not always so much with the clueful. *facepalm*
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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