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Bulletproof Temp was back at work today after two days off. I told him I was incredibly glad to see him, because with him and Coworker J both gone it was not pretty around here. It really is true that most offices are run by a small but dedicated group of people and without them, the whole place falls apart.

So I asked him where he was, and he gave me this grim, dark look, and said, "Therapy."

His mum made him go to therapy because she was worried he wasn't dealing well with his father's death. Apparently the fact that he wasn't a nervous gibbering grieving wreck was cause for concern.

I'm not going to give my admittedly inflammatory thoughts on therapy here, because every time I do I actively lose friends. I will just say that Bulletproof Temp and I have scheduled lunch together today specifically to have a bitch session about it.

In other news, I'm quite happy that the world didn't end.

Or did it?

*dramatic music*

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Sometimes I fear my own influence.

marginaliana actually wrote a Reimagining Of from the post two days ago. Check it out:

Title: A finely crafted art object
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: A reimagining of Antiques Roadshow as a slash fic about Harry and Draco. (PG)

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Mum: Look what I bought!
Sam: *weeps*

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*studies the package of Ikea shelving that has magically appeared in his kitchen*

Well, that's disconcerting.

I get the sense that Irish Super comes and goes as he pleases. At least once before I've been uncertain whether he's been in the place or not -- I found a new can of Citrusy Roach Death and wasn't sure if I'd just found it or if he'd put it there. But nobody else has keys to the flat but him, and certainly I doubt many of my (perfectly friendly) neighbors would carry two disassembled Ikea shelving units up two flights of stairs on my behalf.

Still, I don't think he's the sort to thieve and as I haven't got anything illegal in the flat, I'm inclined to let it go for now. If only because it seems a bit uneven to tell the guy to stay out of my flat after he did a chore I really, really wasn't looking forward to doing.

AND NOW I GET TO ASSEMBLE MORE STUFF!

*cackles and runs off*