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So, uh, choink. The fact that everyone reads my livejournal has pressured me to keep up on it. But what to say? What to say?
We got to work today and they said that we were deviated. Which means that we go home. But, apparently, it doesn't. It meant that we were excused for our tardiness. This confusion had the effect of my running back and forth, up and down the stairs between Paul and the supervisor, trying to understand exactly what was going on. Were we deviated? No. Yes. No. Were we deviated for the whole day? No. Should I be logged in? Yes. Oh, wait. We are deviated for the day. Run downstairs yet again. It pissed me off. Paul gave me a cigarette to calm me down. So... before we go home, I have to get the donut off of my car so it doesn't explode and kill us. But the place doesn't open until ten. So we have to sit at work for two hours, unpaid, before we can go.
Yesterday, we went to my parent's house. My brother's moved out. He's in Arizona. He'd come back to get his belongings. Which means that the belongings he did not take were left unclaimed. That means that they are now mine. So I took two stacks of his comic books. I intend to get the other three later. Anyway, the whole time that I was collecting my brother's unclaimed belongings, Paul held a lively conversation with my dad. This says a lot. Paul has little respect for my dad, which is entirely deserved. My dad has a very hard time holding a conversation.
We got to work today and they said that we were deviated. Which means that we go home. But, apparently, it doesn't. It meant that we were excused for our tardiness. This confusion had the effect of my running back and forth, up and down the stairs between Paul and the supervisor, trying to understand exactly what was going on. Were we deviated? No. Yes. No. Were we deviated for the whole day? No. Should I be logged in? Yes. Oh, wait. We are deviated for the day. Run downstairs yet again. It pissed me off. Paul gave me a cigarette to calm me down. So... before we go home, I have to get the donut off of my car so it doesn't explode and kill us. But the place doesn't open until ten. So we have to sit at work for two hours, unpaid, before we can go.
Yesterday, we went to my parent's house. My brother's moved out. He's in Arizona. He'd come back to get his belongings. Which means that the belongings he did not take were left unclaimed. That means that they are now mine. So I took two stacks of his comic books. I intend to get the other three later. Anyway, the whole time that I was collecting my brother's unclaimed belongings, Paul held a lively conversation with my dad. This says a lot. Paul has little respect for my dad, which is entirely deserved. My dad has a very hard time holding a conversation.