Slow

So I walk my mile to work through the deepening snow, and when I get there the room is dead-silent and there are, like, ten people on the floor. Well, that’s great; I sit down and start working on Saitou/Sano item for Christmas in blissful peace and quiet. Ten minutes later all the supervisors start parading through the room shouting, “Last call! Last call!” as if it were a nightclub. When I ask what they mean, I’m informed that we’re closing today because it’s so slow. So I pack up and walk my mile back home in the deepening snow, and now I’m going to work on Saitou/Sano item for Christmas at home in blissful peace and not quiet (music).

It’s a good thing I have a job interview in a couple of days.

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