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Holy fucking shit, man. Coworker J just got unceremoniously dumped.

Due to some layoffs and some union issues and FFS I don't even know, we're getting someone new to fill his position because New Guy Here has seniority with one of our other offices. What he also has is thirty years on Coworker J, a bad back, and an attitude.

And I didn't find out that J was gone and this guy was showing up until I got to work at five minutes to eight. Normally I get to work around 7:30, but this morning the train was late. So I spent the hour I normally spend on fixing-all-the-things-what-broke-over-the-weekend convincing this guy that yeah, he really was going to have to bring me the mail because no, I really couldn't leave the desk. I'm not lazy, I'm not foisting work on him, it's his job.

I'm not sure which would be worse: Not having someone in Coworker J's job, or having someone in Coworker J's job who I'm going to have to browbeat daily into actually doing the job.

I was really going to have a nice day today, I was determined to have a nice day today, but my positive spirit is easily defeated.

Damage Report

Well, I've been Boned.

Yes, it's very funny, let's all have a collective moment of mirth that the Bone Machine has reknit my leg and I'm up and about again.

Slight loss of dignity my arse; it's a miracle I've any left.

The Hub is not quite as much of a mess as it could be, certainly nothing to the time I spent a month off work weeping and living on coffee and biscuits. But Max has gnawed on anything below knee-height (he's teething) and there's a castle made out of instant-dinner packaging on the conference room table. It's got a little flag on the top. I suspect Gwen.

Myfanwy is Displeased with me and has shown her displeasure in the middle of the floor at my workstation. I think she thought they'd replaced me with a beagle puppy.

Also, some pensioner left a very angry note on the window of the Information Centre. He needed a map of downtown and we weren't open! He's going to complain to the city council. Fair luck to him.

God, what's in the coffee pot?