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Oh my god. My workmates? Are lovely, lovely people.

So, it's been alternately hot and stormy today (sometimes both at once). As befits any good story, it was one when I got on the train to work, and quite another when I got off. Despite it being a relatively short walk I was truly sopping by the time I reached my building. I looked, and felt, as though I had just stepped out of a shower. I of course had neither jacket or umbrella, you see. Clever little darling that I am.

It was hectic when I arrived. My shift-partner was already logged in. The previous shift stayed back to help us out. (And it got worse from there, much, much worse, with giant messes that other companies had caused and should have been dealing with, staff all over the place, and so many irate people I don't even want to remember it. I know I stuffed up a lot of things this evening, and that in combination with the extra shit I had to deal with irritates me a great deal.) However. I am not here to talk about that. I am here because I am delighted and I am delighted because I have the best workmates ever.

You see we had settled into work. And then suddenly the security doors open. And there is the delightful and wonderful J, delivering a package of towel, top and jumper. All for me. Why? Because she is lovely.

And I get to keep the top. ^^

So yes. Today was a win/fail. I also seem to have really done something nasty to my back, and it looks as though I'm going to have to go to the doctor. I don't ... really want to go to the doctor. Not because I'm afraid of doctors or anything, I'm not, but, well. They're expensive, and I don't really have the time, and I haven't had to go since I moved out of home. I haven't been to a doctor for anything but immunisations for, oh god, four years now? Maybe more?

Yeah. I just ... I don't want to have to admit that something is wrong enough for me to have to go to the doctor. I just want this to pass. I just don't think it will. :(

In good news though, my gas appears to be fixed. Yay! ... Uh. I mean the gas that heats my water and oven. Um. Not any intestinal problems that I don't currently have. ... Oh dear.

(And oh gods, I'm using emoticons. Am I tired? Yes. Yes I am.)
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Well, its Black Friday. Surprisingly easy to forget, when you work then sleep through most of it. SO FAR. *sighs* Oh, it's hard to raise enthusiasm for these traditions when you have no-one to play 'lets freak each other out' with. A surprisingly good game of that was played last night, with the premise being 'how hard would it be for ninjas to get into this room?' (The other participant didn't know it was ninjas we were talking about, but she got into the spirit of things nonetheless, and I like to think a little bit of her soul had tuned in to the appropriate channel.) The game becomes a little more effective when you grasp that we are supposed to be in the securest room in the building at work, with three-foot thick walls and steel plating and so on. I was quick to point out that the quickest access route was the roof. This was followed up by a notation that, sure, yes, in theory we had three-foot thick walls, and in some areas it probably was, but didn't I notice the alcove where the fridge went? Where did I think that alcove was cutting into, hmmm??? In retrospect I suspect that moving the fridge from behind would have presented more of an issue than getting through the wall itself.

As I'm sure you can see, it quickly degenerated from 'let's freak each other out' to a rather more analytical discussion that I'm sure our bosses, if they'd heard it, would have deemed quite too enthusiastic. What can I say? I like to know my options if I'm in a situation. And frankly, if people with drills and m-16s broke through our walls or dropped through our roof, I'd sing like a canary. Not, thankfully, that there's much in our office to sing about. But, you know. Hypothetically. I'd be telling them all about what my mother had for lunch three weeks ago before they even made any threatening faces.

Aside from that, I'm tired. Unsuprisingly, really. Apparently another trip to Canberra may be forthcoming. I'm not really sure. There are a number of other family-related issues that may intefere. I'm also considering cutting my teeth on a new tale about a rather confident young man named Christian. I don't know. We shall see. At the very least it's giving me lots of practice in writing outlines.

Not much else to report that I can think of off the top of my head. I'd still rather like to see Caspian sometime soon.

And to end, a song that hasn't gotten old despite a solid four months of listening to it. The Zox, Anything But Fine.


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