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cblj_backup) wrote2011-06-01 08:46 am
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Some temps, even temps who are here covering me for a couple of days, are fantastic. Some are terrible but at least harmless.
Some temps touch all my stuff. I mean, presumably all of them do, but some do it with seeming malice aforethought. SHE TOUCHED EVERYTHING. She moved my tissue box. Why would you move a tissue box? I mean, it's easy to move back, I'm not intrinsically upset about the tissue box, but I'm baffled as to why one would move it. She also didn't sort the mail, at all, ever, just piled full mail bins on top of one another behind my desk. That's five days of mail I just sorted. I did get new pants while I was gone, which is nice, but for some reason she decided my personal mail should go on the floor under my desk.
She twisted my phone cords. That's nearly impossible to do unless you have some kind of evil intent or really unfortunate compulsive tic. Again, I don't care about the cords actually being twisted, they untwist easily enough, but why would you do that? Why make life more difficult for yourself and everyone around you?
ARGH.
On a much happier note, I was just tipped me off that Pairing: Pendragon/Merlin -- which, again, did not write*, just love, because parts of it are like reading a fanfic about my own life -- has been turned into a podfic and ebook. I'm kind of super excited to see how they audiobooked that particular style of story.
* I do happen to be aware of who did write it, and I know said person is tickled pink by all this...
Some temps touch all my stuff. I mean, presumably all of them do, but some do it with seeming malice aforethought. SHE TOUCHED EVERYTHING. She moved my tissue box. Why would you move a tissue box? I mean, it's easy to move back, I'm not intrinsically upset about the tissue box, but I'm baffled as to why one would move it. She also didn't sort the mail, at all, ever, just piled full mail bins on top of one another behind my desk. That's five days of mail I just sorted. I did get new pants while I was gone, which is nice, but for some reason she decided my personal mail should go on the floor under my desk.
She twisted my phone cords. That's nearly impossible to do unless you have some kind of evil intent or really unfortunate compulsive tic. Again, I don't care about the cords actually being twisted, they untwist easily enough, but why would you do that? Why make life more difficult for yourself and everyone around you?
ARGH.
On a much happier note, I was just tipped me off that Pairing: Pendragon/Merlin -- which, again, did not write*, just love, because parts of it are like reading a fanfic about my own life -- has been turned into a podfic and ebook. I'm kind of super excited to see how they audiobooked that particular style of story.
* I do happen to be aware of who did write it, and I know said person is tickled pink by all this...
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Do you think the mail under the desk was punishment for the old pants?
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And...am listening to said podfic now. *beams* That is all. LOL.
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In Other News, allow me to link you to something that cropped up (possibly) while you were away - an AWESOME Origami Nazgul!
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So, it happens over time, but after about 10 phone calls where you do that, the cord is twisted.
I, obviously, do not do this. Drives me NUTS.
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The Theory of Narrative Causality (http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/9100.html?thread=41684876) by anon. Random fic rec for your morning!
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BUT MY GOD.
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Also, I will look through the supply drawers at your station. I have to in order to know where things are. I never disturb your personal stuff and frankly if I come across personal stuff by accident I close the drawer immediately. Unless it's books. I look at what you're reading and I AM JUDGING YOU.
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My bookmarks, on the other hand....
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Maybe...?
Re: Maybe...?
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The ways in which that fic is like my life are honestly a little bit scary.
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The Trickle-Down Theory of Damnation