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[apocalypsos]

Because God knows what I really need is to be extraordinarily hyper before I leave work, I just had two cups of Sprite with cherry Runts dropped into them. There's no caffeine in 'em, but there's enough sugar in 'em to make me worry about melting in the rain. Also, I'm vibrating. That can't be right.

So anyway, went to a meeting at another station about the health benefits for next year. I don't know why I even bothered, since it's the same health benefits meeting for every job I've had. Every time I go, they give you three plans to choose from:

Most Expensive Plan -- "I spontaneously eject major internal organs when I sneeze and I'm allergic to air, thereby requiring an operation every thirty-seven minutes."
Medium-Sized Plan -- "I go to the doctor once a year to say hi and see how the magazines have been."
El-Cheapo Plan -- "I want a medical plan where I'm given a monkey and a rusty scalpel whenever I rupture body parts."

Then afterwards, I came to work and got hit on by a customer because I gave him fifty extra cents so that he could pay for his package. And then when he said no, he kept coming back, banging on the front desk, and asking for my phone number, which is so attractive with any man, isn't it? *overstrains sarcasm muscle, grudgingly slaps the usual aircast on it*

In other news, jeez, erupt already!

Also, Ron and Fez are giving away a trip on Thursday night where you could go hang out with the Daily Show crowd on Election Night as the results are coming in. I have a spare kidney and (hopefully, eventually) a firstborn child I'd give up for that, you know.