Three - [Text] - The Clock Unwinds...
This 'job' that's supposed to be a cover for us here, is frustrating on far too many levels. The rules behind it, how it works, and most of all those who you must interact with are imbeciles. They claim that the economy is down, yet the company I work for hired another person today, even though I'm sitting around in the office a good half of the day doing nothing. More than likely had to do with the noises heard from the head's office shortly after she showed up.
Mortals.
But - yesterday there was an apartment going under renovations. I was called up, and spent a good two hours trying not to strangle the current owner, as I explained why he couldn't build an addition off of the balcony. Did you all just become more idiotic by the arrival of the twenty-first century? The only thing rivalling this was that group in the 1800's in California. Donner. And party. Though to be frank, that was amusing...but not what I was speaking of.
Visible from the this apartment, which I'm surely going to be forced back to within the next week if not sooner, is a sport's center. Chelsea Piers, named for it's location obviously. Tons of idiotic children running about, and streams of balloons - I fucking hate those things - for some birthday party or other. Apparently they reserved the ice rink for a whining brat's birthday part. though otherwise it's not known...
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Tithonus, make a point of locking the door behind you when you enter or leave the apartment.
Mortals.
But - yesterday there was an apartment going under renovations. I was called up, and spent a good two hours trying not to strangle the current owner, as I explained why he couldn't build an addition off of the balcony. Did you all just become more idiotic by the arrival of the twenty-first century? The only thing rivalling this was that group in the 1800's in California. Donner. And party. Though to be frank, that was amusing...but not what I was speaking of.
Visible from the this apartment, which I'm surely going to be forced back to within the next week if not sooner, is a sport's center. Chelsea Piers, named for it's location obviously. Tons of idiotic children running about, and streams of balloons - I fucking hate those things - for some birthday party or other. Apparently they reserved the ice rink for a whining brat's birthday part. though otherwise it's not known...
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Tithonus, make a point of locking the door behind you when you enter or leave the apartment.