As Og is my witness, I think we must have hired Thing 1 and Thing 2 to work here. We were short clerks, so some random guy was doing it in Smalls, K, whose work style is best summarized as “rabid squirrel on meth” was on the 300, and I was doing the 100, 200, helping on the 300, and also doing the irreg clerking, since they didn’t have a clerk either. At one point they were bringing stuff to the 300 to be clerk, but it turned out that they were tossing clerk irregs on top of the stuff for Door 46, causing triple work. Not that we had enough people to work anyways. It took until 10 to wrap up the 300, then I went back to the 200, where Thing 1 and Thing 2 had wrecked an ungodly amount of stuff. I got a chunk done, but I’m going in early on Monday to help finish up. At least I can afford Spot’s gin this week. After I had washed off 8.5 hours of filth, I had to give my shower a rinse and squeegee, because it looked like Pigpen had stepped on an IED in there. But I’m clean, the laundry is in the dryer, and the bacon, eggs, and gin&tonic are in me.
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HAPPY DOPERVERSAY RED!!!
Weird seeing it in blue, though.
Enjoy! and {{{Mollie}}}
Awwww. < skritches >