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[apocalypsos]

The auditor is coming here tomorrow to look at the room. The room, by the way, is still a disaster area, regardless of any attempt I make to organize it.

I may end up hanging myself with the crappy mouse cord. At least then, the stupid thing would be useful. *whacks mouse against the wall* But hey, at least I've got the best excuse in the world -- "I've only worked here four days." :)

Ah, chai latte. I hope you never go away. (If they try to send me back to the other station, that may be part of my argument in opposition. "You can't send me back there! The Starbucks is here!")

EDIT: anniesj has an important story to tell that you NEED to know.

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[wiesbaden.livejournal.com]

I haven't read the actual post, since she's taken it down - was she actually saying something to the effect of 'I'm gonna kill that s.o.b.', or was this a situation that could have been resolved by the Secret Service folks just reading the post and seeing it for the satire it was? An actual home visit seems bizarrely (and yet, unsurprisingly) inefficient. Though perhaps my concern for his safety is tempered by my opinion of they guy...

And yes, the snitch is a moron. What a wanky thing to do - and very much a crying-wolf sort of thing, since chances are sooner or later someone's probably going to make a threat they mean, and the Secret Service folks will be off having tea with another lj person who happened to piss somebody off. Ah, stupidity.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

No, it was just a frustrated prayer, i.e. "Dear God, please make Bush drop dead." Which is a little harsher than my usual "Dear God, make him go away." I don't want him dead, personally, I just want him to go away somewhere else.