Row! Row!

I went down to Cicada's place of employment today to drop off some things from my office. Friends, when she tells you that it's crowded in there, she does not exaggerate. Those poor people looked like a bunch of slaves lashed to the oars of some Viking craft.

I tried to show her a formatting problem I'm having with Voice of Reason 2.0, (coming soon to a screen near you) and there was absolutely nowhere to sit or stand. Rather than prop my armpit on the head of the tall boy sitting next to her, I had to sit in Cicada's lap so that we could both look at her computer screen. Only then I thought that not might set the right sort of office tone, so I had to get up.

Then I slipped into another friend's cubicle and we had a nice long juicy chat about life, love, degredation, official reprimands, and other work chit-chat. I think at my next job I will just put the ACLU on my speed dial or something. Or at least make friends with the nice folks down at HR. Maybe I should start at this job, though, on account of I may have blown off a direct (and completely ridiculous, I might add) order from the head boss this morning. We'll see if anything comes of it.

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