Link, Soup

Toilet. Large carnivorous lizard. No injuries!

pornish_pixies: "About Face" -- Harry/Draco. Crackfic.

fryadvocate writes "The Best Part of Breaking Up" -- Barbie, Ken, et cetera. Crackfic.

underpope spawns "Braiding the Monkey" as a new phrase (or euphemism) of dubious meaning.


Last night I turned off the soup and put it in containers in the refrigerator. It had started to stick to the sides in the most disconcerting way. I do not think that I have the spare time it takes to properly tend a perpetual soup! Not at the moment. I am still not sure how many hours I am working tomorrow. For that matter, I'm still not sure how much I'll be working today...

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I remind my co-workers of a guy who used to work there. We are both bright & wear black. My shoes smell much better though.

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Slow day. Fighting to stay awake.

13 Hours (again)

I thought I was going to be monitoring today. Then my alternate didn't show up. So I was check-in. 13 hours. Chaos, confusion, people who don't know how to operate the computer system and instead of admitting that they don't understand it, rail about poor design (in different terms) and make utterly nonsensical suggestions about a clothing-optional workplace. I cannot even begin to give context to this guy's statements, because there is very little outside of the bizarre interior of his brainscape.

So far this week I have 37 hours. 3 days. 37 hours.

Gods alone know what my shift tomorrow will be like.