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We danced with the fishes...
Finally got an assignment from Manpower last night. So. Had a job today (yippee). Probably one of the most boring things I have ever done. I sort paper. And pull out staples. And sort paper. And can't have headphones.
Apophis fucking Sokar, I was so stressywired by the time I got home I stood in the damned rain for five minutes.
My brain needs some sort of distraction, otherwise... Bad things happen.
Today's bad thing was Sam and Jack in a never-ending badly written romance novel. Including out of character sappiness. At least until Scorpy started talking about Aeryn's legs. (Scorp and I had an argument on the way home. Providentially enough on the same field where JOHN and I had an argument... My brain is so fucked)
Also, this place SO reminds me of Dead Like Me's portrayal of temp agencies. I felt oddly like George, or the girl George was training, "Tear off this, put that in this."
Except even using the office supplies is apparently too expensive.
The security in this place could give the White House a run for its money. You have to have a visitor pass. But to get the visitor pass, you have to have a registered worker in the building there to even get you in so you can get the pass. Once you have the pass, you STILL HAVE TO HAVE a registered employee follow you everywhere. It's... fucking stupid.
I was so damned good, though. Did not EVER make comments about how easy it would be to blow the place up. (where's Jack with some C4 when I need it? Or Sam? Or John with an overloading pulse rifle? I NEED an overloading pulse rifle, damnit!)
The assignment runs through next week.
In other news, I have bad ideas.
Not that that is news, exactly.
Made a deal with the rainclouds on the way home. Promised I'd stand out under them if they let me get to my street before pouring rain down on me. They did. Smart clouds. Wasn't windy enough for my tastes, though.
Apophis fucking Sokar, I was so stressywired by the time I got home I stood in the damned rain for five minutes.
My brain needs some sort of distraction, otherwise... Bad things happen.
Today's bad thing was Sam and Jack in a never-ending badly written romance novel. Including out of character sappiness. At least until Scorpy started talking about Aeryn's legs. (Scorp and I had an argument on the way home. Providentially enough on the same field where JOHN and I had an argument... My brain is so fucked)
Also, this place SO reminds me of Dead Like Me's portrayal of temp agencies. I felt oddly like George, or the girl George was training, "Tear off this, put that in this."
Except even using the office supplies is apparently too expensive.
The security in this place could give the White House a run for its money. You have to have a visitor pass. But to get the visitor pass, you have to have a registered worker in the building there to even get you in so you can get the pass. Once you have the pass, you STILL HAVE TO HAVE a registered employee follow you everywhere. It's... fucking stupid.
I was so damned good, though. Did not EVER make comments about how easy it would be to blow the place up. (where's Jack with some C4 when I need it? Or Sam? Or John with an overloading pulse rifle? I NEED an overloading pulse rifle, damnit!)
The assignment runs through next week.
In other news, I have bad ideas.
Not that that is news, exactly.
Made a deal with the rainclouds on the way home. Promised I'd stand out under them if they let me get to my street before pouring rain down on me. They did. Smart clouds. Wasn't windy enough for my tastes, though.
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Colour me fucking disturbed. I feel like I've stepped into 1984...
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