11th day of Peak Season
Due to the fact that it is also a federal Holiday, the bombs haven't been as bad today. Oh, don't get me wrong, they are still dropping but not as mush. Peak Season seems to be changing every year.
I went to go get something sweet to eat during my break but whatever . . .that desert is, it didn't look good. The Chicken Tetris-Terra-Techo- . . . . . . . uh . . . let me look it up . . . .TETRAZINNI! Yes, the Chicken Tetrazinni was excellent. The food has really impressed me as well, except for the weak tea and the cold bread. "What the hell is this?" Kane says, holding up his half-munched roll.
"It's a roll." I say, if it's painfully obvious.
"Really? I was under the impression it was a light brown hockey puck."
I guess he doesn't like the cold bread either. :)
Now most everybody is on calls. The call volume is holding. Iron Lung seems to be improving, he doesn't cough as much any more. Space Rat is pearched on his pod wall, taking a call. I suppose he can't really sit in the chair with those metal wings. Mailbu continues to take cares and laughs a lot, much to Moxie's dismay. The brown haired girl always rolls her eyes hearing the cheerleader's constant laughing.
I get up, about to get some me some water for my canteen when Super Nerd walks up to me. His facial expression is horrible. If I didn't know better, he looks like he is constipated. "Commander, May I speak to you for a second?" he asks.
"I told you to quit calling me that." I tell him.
"Sorry, Commander. Anyway, you support Secondary Software . . .I have . . .a problem . .with margins."
"I thought you dont' support Secondary Software." I ask.
"I . . don't . . .but . . .UGH . . .this lady has been . . .bounced. . . " He leans fowared, like he is having a heart attack.
"Are you all right?" I finally ask.
"No, sir. My back . . . .is killing me." he grunts heavily.
I slowly look to his back while he is leaning over and immediately find the problem. "Uh, Super Nerd?" I ask.
"yes, sir?" he grunts again.
"The reason your back hurts is cause you've been stabbed."
His eyes light up as I pull out the pencil sticking out of his lower spine. His face goes immediately to comfort. I hand him the pencil. "Is this yours?" I ask.
"No. The pain came to me when I tried to talk to Phoniex. I guess she doesn't like me."
"If it makes you feel any better, no one likes you."
"Yes, sir.:" He coughes.
"Now don't support the secondary software. Transfer it to it's proper queue."
"Yes, commander." he begins to wallk away.
"And QUIT calling me that!"
Super Nerd continues to walk away. I don't think he heard me unforunately.
Hmm.
Phoniex is back. Where the hell has she been?
I went to go get something sweet to eat during my break but whatever . . .that desert is, it didn't look good. The Chicken Tetris-Terra-Techo- . . . . . . . uh . . . let me look it up . . . .TETRAZINNI! Yes, the Chicken Tetrazinni was excellent. The food has really impressed me as well, except for the weak tea and the cold bread. "What the hell is this?" Kane says, holding up his half-munched roll.
"It's a roll." I say, if it's painfully obvious.
"Really? I was under the impression it was a light brown hockey puck."
I guess he doesn't like the cold bread either. :)
Now most everybody is on calls. The call volume is holding. Iron Lung seems to be improving, he doesn't cough as much any more. Space Rat is pearched on his pod wall, taking a call. I suppose he can't really sit in the chair with those metal wings. Mailbu continues to take cares and laughs a lot, much to Moxie's dismay. The brown haired girl always rolls her eyes hearing the cheerleader's constant laughing.
I get up, about to get some me some water for my canteen when Super Nerd walks up to me. His facial expression is horrible. If I didn't know better, he looks like he is constipated. "Commander, May I speak to you for a second?" he asks.
"I told you to quit calling me that." I tell him.
"Sorry, Commander. Anyway, you support Secondary Software . . .I have . . .a problem . .with margins."
"I thought you dont' support Secondary Software." I ask.
"I . . don't . . .but . . .UGH . . .this lady has been . . .bounced. . . " He leans fowared, like he is having a heart attack.
"Are you all right?" I finally ask.
"No, sir. My back . . . .is killing me." he grunts heavily.
I slowly look to his back while he is leaning over and immediately find the problem. "Uh, Super Nerd?" I ask.
"yes, sir?" he grunts again.
"The reason your back hurts is cause you've been stabbed."
His eyes light up as I pull out the pencil sticking out of his lower spine. His face goes immediately to comfort. I hand him the pencil. "Is this yours?" I ask.
"No. The pain came to me when I tried to talk to Phoniex. I guess she doesn't like me."
"If it makes you feel any better, no one likes you."
"Yes, sir.:" He coughes.
"Now don't support the secondary software. Transfer it to it's proper queue."
"Yes, commander." he begins to wallk away.
"And QUIT calling me that!"
Super Nerd continues to walk away. I don't think he heard me unforunately.
Hmm.
Phoniex is back. Where the hell has she been?
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