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Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 10:03AM My company is building a new center to house the majority of employees in its Seattle campus and it sounds super awesome rad. Fireplaces, neighborhoods, seasonal color schemes, a "scenic outdoor deck overlooking Puget Sound" and a Starbucks that will, in all likelihood, put that Caffe Ladro across the street out of business, which means I shall have to redouble my caffeinated efforts. My group is scheduled to move in early May (lucky Rira moves in March, the jerk) and I was really excited about it until I saw our floor assignment: Lucky Number Thirteen. I asked our move coordinator if it was actually Floor Thirteen or if they were going to do that thing where they just skip thirteen and call it "fourteen," a cunning ruse that always fools fate. He said "No." Oh, and on top of this, the area in which I’m supposed to sit? A013. What the fuck? If you’re going to have an Area Thirteen on the Thirteenth Floor, you might as well change the name of the building to Nakatomi Tower. Godammit.
Note to self: always wear shoes in new building.
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THANK YOU for lending me Lenore, by the way. I have found a comforting kinship in her good-natured way of destroying things.
I'm halfway through the second book and then I will run them back to you and lend you Fables in return.
a graphic novel? omg, you are so cohen.
"a graphic novel? omg, you are so cohen."
And I have the bedhead to prove it.
but yeah. you should probably stock up on the regular remedies - garlic, pigs blood, a few crosses... then not only will you be safe from fate, no coworker will bother you again!
Who's more fucked, Ahe: you or me?