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[eliyes]

Normally, at this part of my shift, I am supposed to be glued to me desk chair out by the doors, watching for intruders, and most definitely not dicking about the internet seeking amusement.

However, my desk is not there. Nor is my chair. Same thing goes for my filing cabinet, my trash can, etc.

Because the floor? Is being waxed. So I am offically in here, and while I tried reading some more of Tome of Magic, which was was grooving on during my dinner break, the light in here is a flicky spasmy flourescent, and it started to irk me too much. Lovely book, though.

The telephone is taped to the stairway rail, and the hallway door is propped open so that if it rings I have a better chance of hearing it over the whirring machine noises occasionally coming from where my desk should be.

I am so bored. And sleepy. This isn't good. If you're reading this and it's within 2 or 3 hours of post time? For the love of god, amuse me! *pleads*

ETA: Okay, off to scour the place for nijas and then home. Yay! *hopes not to stick to the waxed floors*

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[taichara]

That bad, ei?

Trade you shifts?

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Bit late now.

*ruffles the Minos*

Incidentally, my schedule:
Sun (16) 1530-2400
Mon (16) 1530-2400
Tue (16) 1530-2400
Wed looks like "off", but
Thu (15) 0001-0800
Fri (15) 2000-2400
Sat (15) 0001-0800

We'll know on Monday whether the prospective trainne for 16 passed the cop-test. 9_9 If not, this could all change.

[taichara]

Bah! I commented only twenty minutes after you posted! XD

And I'll see your schedule with an even more whacked one:

Sun (03) 2000-2400
Mon (03) 0001-0800
2200-2400
Tue (03) 0001-0800
2200-2400
Wed (03) 0001-0800
Thu (03) 1500-2300 (EVENING SHIFT AT 3 WTF STEVE)
Fri nothing ...
Sat (36) 1100-2300 (AUGH *ded*)

52-hour week for me ...

[kiffie.livejournal.com]

Littlefluffy.com has lots of online games? :3

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

:P I meant it was too late to trade shifts, goose. I'm here and you're done for the day. :P

Man, that is an effed up schedule.

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

The work computer does not like them, alas.

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

... *cheats and uses calculator* 45.5 hours pour moi.

[taichara]

:P I meant it was too late to trade shifts, goose. I'm here and you're done for the day. :P

I figured that after I posted. Humor me, I was working when I should have been sleeping! *cries*


Man, that is an effed up schedule.

Further complicated by not knowing when I'm training someone. Or what the rest of the schedule at 3 even looks like, til I get there tomorrow of course ...

If I suckhole enough and you're not ded, can we poke something this evening ..?

[taichara]

The overtime, it lurves me. Or something.

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

I forgive you, hamster. *pets, gives carob treats*

If I'm not dead. Granted, I'm close to dead now, but you never know, it might just be the floor stripper fumes...

[taichara]

*munches treats*

I really should go have a power-nap or something, in a desperate attempt to fix my schedule ...

I wonder if that's what the Thurs. shift is about, giving me more time to flip things this time around ..?

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Pro: monies for groceries.
Con: No time to go grocery foraging.

[taichara]

Indeed. *rars*

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Yes, nap.

(Incidentally, I just popped outside to get the flag in and it cleared my head enough that walking abck into the wax-reek was like a poisonous slap in the lungs. Which means I might not be dead, just suffering toxic suffocation.... *emotear*)

It could be. He's pulling ye old "exactly 24 hours off, on paper, but of course not including travel times or expected earliness to shift" on me.

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

I could just ogle your hellbirdie icons for a bit.

[taichara]

Perhaps I shall, then, once I get this rant off my chest. My poor journal, it suffers so today.

*offers you virtual gasmask*

[taichara]

Ehehehehehehe [/ebil]

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Although speaking of hell, I have a Random Doomed Astronaut making his final speech in my head, or I did earlier. You know, when the spaceship if soing to crash into the sun and there's nothing to do to stop it, so the astronauts are sending messages to their families while they can still broadcast? Well, there's this one guy who sends a massive I-know-you-cheated-on-me guilt trip at his wife, and refuses to forgive her, ebcause he figures that way he'll see her in hell. Apaprently.

And part of my goes "Awwww! *FWAK* Fucknut! Out of my head!" and then Duo cannonballs past.

My mind is weird today. Earlier there was Omega Flight tag. O.o

[kiffie.livejournal.com]

D:

...*dances for you?* :3

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

*claps and plays cheerful music about summer downloaded from craoky's LJ.*

:D?

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

*facepalm*

croaky, rather.