4392: Lithium Flower
Got in to work this morning, checked all my e-mails [nearly the only thing I get to do before checklists, lately], last e-mail:Please terminate IT and facility access for [redacted] immediately.
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So, I still don't know what the story is about [redacted] getting the boot, but it puts a little cramp in doing our work, since he was the one who signed for a bunch of our paperwork. Well, I guess he has a replacement, but still.
Anyway, I then went to the kitchen to get some tea and bagels, and there he was, talking w/ a bunch of folks like nothing was wrong. I overheard something about something like "an unforeseen event"--whatever the hell THAT is--but I didn't feel like joining in and getting the story, 'cause... eh. It may have been personal, and I don't dig pressing people for that when it's not really here nor there for me.
I went about my business and went to help Miss Priss with something, as she requested, and casually asked, "So what's going on with [redacted]?"
"Gaw, *I* don't know what's goin' on around here anymore. Everythin' keeps CHAIN-GING from one moment to tha next!"
[okay, that reads a little on the snarky end... she has a heavy accent and gets flustered easily, though]
Finally, we went to see Falco about something or other, and I forget the exact conversation, but at one point she explained that [redacted] was still hanging around *whispers*because [redacted2] has a big mouth and won't shut up, so [redacted1] had to give this spiel about making his rounds to say his goodbyes and that.
Which, I guess, is the best way to save face in that kind of a situation, but =/
I had some other crap to say, but I don't feel like saying it anymore, so I guess that's all you get. I'm tired, anyway -_- [not that Livestreaming all this week has helped anything--if anything, I'm MORE behind on comickery as a result, despite being convinced streaming puts pressure on me to finish more and faster]
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So, I still don't know what the story is about [redacted] getting the boot, but it puts a little cramp in doing our work, since he was the one who signed for a bunch of our paperwork. Well, I guess he has a replacement, but still.
Anyway, I then went to the kitchen to get some tea and bagels, and there he was, talking w/ a bunch of folks like nothing was wrong. I overheard something about something like "an unforeseen event"--whatever the hell THAT is--but I didn't feel like joining in and getting the story, 'cause... eh. It may have been personal, and I don't dig pressing people for that when it's not really here nor there for me.
I went about my business and went to help Miss Priss with something, as she requested, and casually asked, "So what's going on with [redacted]?"
"Gaw, *I* don't know what's goin' on around here anymore. Everythin' keeps CHAIN-GING from one moment to tha next!"
[okay, that reads a little on the snarky end... she has a heavy accent and gets flustered easily, though]
Finally, we went to see Falco about something or other, and I forget the exact conversation, but at one point she explained that [redacted] was still hanging around *whispers*because [redacted2] has a big mouth and won't shut up, so [redacted1] had to give this spiel about making his rounds to say his goodbyes and that.
Which, I guess, is the best way to save face in that kind of a situation, but =/
I had some other crap to say, but I don't feel like saying it anymore, so I guess that's all you get. I'm tired, anyway -_- [not that Livestreaming all this week has helped anything--if anything, I'm MORE behind on comickery as a result, despite being convinced streaming puts pressure on me to finish more and faster]