So I'm covering the desk because folks are out and I'm a chump but it's a slow day so I can hang around by my desk and just stroll about checking to make certain no one is waiting for help.
I start the trip from my desk to the other desk and the crazy old hag of a receptionist starts spraying air freshener about. Any stink she is trying to get rid of emanates from her own self. So, now I have to be olfactory assaulted to do my job which isn't even my job.
She should be sent away.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
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