queer beyond recognition
Aug. 3rd, 2006 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireIn the mail today, there were two catalogs. One addressed to me, which presented an astounding array of knives, swords, police style batons and grenade shaped paperweights. One addressed to Tyler, which was full of ceramic gourds, 'arty' pillows, vases and $240 scarves. I wouldn't be perturbed except that my catalog carries a bunch of Nazi replica daggers that are overpriced. Well, at least no one thinks *I* need a $240 scarf or ceramic gourd.
Towards the end of my shift I found myself doing the backup discs for more people than I ever wanted. I was the go-to person in my unit, fine no problem. But I had people from other units come to me. That wasn't too bad until I had to deal with one of my most annoying coworkers who has no clue whatsoever. This person likes to tell you all about their disgusting medical problems and never shuts up when talking. This person also has no other topics of conversation. In some fit of universal insanity, I think all her email was deleted and I really couldn't bring myself to worry very much at 5pm.
Towards the end of my shift I found myself doing the backup discs for more people than I ever wanted. I was the go-to person in my unit, fine no problem. But I had people from other units come to me. That wasn't too bad until I had to deal with one of my most annoying coworkers who has no clue whatsoever. This person likes to tell you all about their disgusting medical problems and never shuts up when talking. This person also has no other topics of conversation. In some fit of universal insanity, I think all her email was deleted and I really couldn't bring myself to worry very much at 5pm.
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:00 am (UTC)