Bad Sign Number Six Million And Sixteen

[bloodyrosemccoy]

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Admission Day (California)
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Chrysanthemum Day (Japan)
Independence Day (Tajikistan)

 

At my workplace, I am tall like giant.

 

This is a little alarming, since I am an unimpressive 5’4”.  Sure, I was wearing slight heels, but normally those do not make me tower over people like a giraffe in a roomful of penguins.  Nice middle-aged lady penguins. With piercing voices.*

 

The good news is that in a few months, if all goes well I can do this job from The Comfort Of My Own Home, which I pretended to be interested in because of the cost of gas, but which I’m really interested in because that way there’ll be no one around to notice that I am omg surfing the internetz/reading/writing the next bestselling fantasy saga between calls.  At work we are only allowed to read stuff pertaining to our work itself.  I am going to bring my Hitchhiker’s Guides and tiny stealth notebooks for easy sneakage.

 

But till then, I abandon my Hitchhiker’s Guides in favor of … well, of the same basic thing.  SPOAR: IT CALLS TO ME. My orlys have just entered civilization, and while their political structure is not quite the bizarro version of the one in The Gate To Women’s Country,** it’s still been fun to build.  I’m off to do Moar Spoar!

 

 

*Customer Service should require people to pass a voice test. The lady next to me sounds like pre-merged Twinrova.  I keep expecting her to solve her callers’ problems with fairy dust or just turning them into toads.

 

**Only with actual gender relations to replace her idiot anti-man rants and without the really lame plot and doofus characters.

 

Comments

[lookingforwater.livejournal.com]

But but but you can't have a job.

I haven't discussed the werewolf romance with you! I need to know if it's horrible of me to add one in where it previously was not because Scott Cohen brings me to my happy place.

ETA: Which is to say, I have missed youuuuuu...

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wastrel/]

The lady next to me sounds like pre-merged Twinrova.
I commend that analogy on its hilarious efficiency. At the call center I was working at a few months ago, one of the women who worked near me sounded exactly like Grand Nagus Zek.

Wanting to be able to work from home was one of the main attractions of translation for me back when it still seemed like a good idea. And yeah, I used to sneak my little Books of Shadows into work to look at between calls all the time.