[ 1.31.2003 ]
Too much sparetime to write today. I tried yesterday, it sure was close. I was almost busy, but ended up in situation even worse and couldn't write another word. Such a week! Having a break soon. That's short for a nervous breakdown. But only after I've got sparetime for one. Meanwhile, you can entertain yourself with all the wonderful games I provided you links of.Mr EagleOwl [10:20 AM]
[ 1.30.2003 ]
Well thank you. That was indeed pretty decent of you, I'd say.Mr EagleOwl [3:23 AM] Blasted! You grievous blogging blog! Why o' why don't you get it? I want my pretty links there, see, not the default sample links... please... puh'leazzze...
Mr EagleOwl [3:22 AM]
[ 1.29.2003 ]
Too much sparetime to write today, really. Briefing at noon. No can does it if the canned heat is on. Cryptopsy, that's the knick and there goes the knickers. De-briefing at my place. Cut myself at rehearsals with liveaid, the band will be brought to Courtny's law and justice by the concert organisers and promoters. Shoot if you've got 'em. Bang-bang-bang'o-rama.Mr EagleOwl [10:33 AM]
[ 1.28.2003 ]
"Eris, Eris lama sabaktani!"self-esteem at work and the chaos-grenades that got lost at bureau
Felt important at work today. Not because of the living me and my significant other are so dependant of - that's so very overrated by the middle class anyhow - but because of being important at work - an important peg of machinery Charles Chaplin is about to dive in. I'm not a number, I'm information desk C206! Yeeaaaarrrgh!
Several person at work are ill and the job has to be run by those still coming to work. And so *SCHPFLLLRTRTRTRTRTS* shit hits the fan! And the throne the victims of stomach flu sit on, the kings and fools alike. I'm not in any special or high position but when it comes to doing my job I'm just the guy to do it. Actually there's two of us, equally well approved as "the guy" doing our job, serving our patrons in two shifts. And when one of us is flu-striken it feels like we're initiated into occult mysteries. Every position has got those of their own and this should come to me as no surprise. But when I realised there was an acute need for a stand-in I got sick of worry. Not only patrons but regulars too have got accustomed of asking us two how this and this information will be found, how do I proceed to get to read this and this curio and can this and this information be updated please. And now... as I can't sit here round the clock (the hell I would, band rehearsals in the evening!) now somebody would have to step in my hurting librarian cowboy boots for an evening for crying out aloud! Basically anybody with a little intelligence could do it, though the boots are not made one-size-fits-all. Well, anybody of our regulars would and I guess I shouldn't feel indispensible. But the secret knowledge... the occult managing of this all... The details that nobody would come up with asking me, the stock-in-train grenade pins too small and numerous to point out for any step-in. What kind of chaos have they detonated on my desk when I come back tomorrow?
Have to take a sip of coffee and a cigarette on this. Panic some more around this. Have I carried out at work a typical, cumulative "chaos grenade"-situation that is in position to blow up mine? Should I have? What else? Better not to forget any too signficant details. Like that carrying me the pin instead of the whole grenade to ask what is it for and how does it work isn't a good idea. I think that I'll tell them to try and take it easy, I'll be doing the same at home, and in case they come to think I forgot anything, duck. Brief for evening duties will find in the top drawer and a java version of good old Dynablasters at http://www.cyberjoueur.com/java.php?id=19&cobr=1 if you can't come up with anything I might have forgotten. Magnetic locks work fine by themselves if you don't use the elevator and the password for the useraccount of cameras and counters of the security gate is "UrAnus".
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Half true, half rut. Lawrens looks like a 35years old junior high student with his hair-do and t-shirt. I've got a serious case of long, rebellious hair and I dress better. So even when I'm still acting sharp-dressed undead at my desk (for not sleeping last night because of the life I've got outside my work) I'm not mistaken for a casual long-haired rocker who have wandered by mistake to where he is - on the wrong side of the desk. I'm concidered the rocker who came just in time to act undead and do the job after some high octane coffee. And it feels damn good for a change! Like seeing autumnal starwort in choir stalls ceiling.
Mr EagleOwl [12:40 AM]
[ 1.27.2003 ]
Too much sparetime to write today.
Mr EagleOwl [9:49 AM]
