9th day Gone

I make my way outside of the building. I trape my head into the rain. It's the one soothing thing that touches me today.

Margins is still kicking my ass but I discussed it with Rod. Hopefully his suggestions will help me through the rest of Le Pique Season.

Space Rat is waiting for the rain to clear, so he can fly to . . . .wherever the hell he flys too. Bones is enjoying a cigarette. He looks like he had a rough day too.

Then before I leave, Harold Harold pops out from the door. "Hey, Jason!" he calls, "Do you know where Stephano sits?"

"Yeah, he is in the call center." I point back.

"No, not him. The other one. The one with the growth on his shoulder." Harold Harold tells me.

"Oh, that Stephano. Yeah, he is a sales rep. Jesus, man, do you really want to talk to him?"

"Yeah, he sold a contract to a person who's program we no longer support. I am going to make him refund it." he coughs.

"Okay, well, then one piece of advice. Don't talk to it and don't make eye contact." I tell him.

"Make eye contact with what?"

"The growth."

"It . . . .talks?" Harold Harold gags.

"Yep." Bones coughs.

"Space Rat tried to tear it off one day." I smile, "Didn't you, Space Rat?"

"Space Rat got written up for attack from Supervisor #3." the winged creature mentions.

"Ho-kay." Harold Harold sighs as he head back into the building.

I bid farewell to my comrades and make my way to Max and Ermas. Maybe we'll do okay at trivia tonight.