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Ridiculously horrid day. Don't really want to talk about it, suffice to say one of my coworkers put his hand into the printing press. Voluntarily. Not only did it mean we were down a staffmember for the rest of the day, and we'd just gotten the first bulk order we've had in three months, but the machine obviously didn't take well to being turned

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[dunged]

oh love the working world is so fucking stupid, someone needs smokes

putting on trousers right

[fluctuated]

Knock knock...

[dunged]

still looking for stupid fucking trousers just let yourself in you bint

[hisjunior]

Alas, poor Skull. I knew him.

[fluctuated]

Well?

[hisjunior]

All right.

[benjwick]

Oh, poor Em. Somehow I don't think this is precisely what Gutenberg had in mind.

How does it all look with a few days' perspective, love?

[fluctuated]

BENJY, OH, BRILL BRILL BRILL!

Apparently the hand is looking fine, but the lad's taken temp leave for a week of counselling, which leaves me with an extra workload, at this point I would welcome having Dung come work with me.

It's devastating, really. I probably need a hug.

[benjwick]

Smashing to see your lovely face as well, Em.

Come on up, then! And partake of the remedy of remedies. Drag your lad along, we can see about getting him quality mate-bonding time.

[dunged]

what now