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Designed and made by FsDesigns
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Being the section leader of a screwed up workshop is just one of the few things in life one should always strive to avoid. Throw in a demanding and portentous 2IC (together with his hugely unsuccessful attempt at being a fatherly figure).. as well as a very tight schedule.. and the end result is highly undesirable.
To put it as the senior specs have done excessively, this week's been rather riot.
A safety check by higher authorities that might have yield more, if not for a last-minute decision to scavenge cigarette butts. The final count was 44; 7 extras for each, and we'll have the whole lot gone till we ORD. Tempting.
As I was scrapping at the bit of ash, imbedded in the murk of a very dirty drain, nasty thoughts were going through my mind. Angry thoughts, resentful feelings. All directed the beings shouting in the distance. Ordering people about again. Screwing young, bewildered youngsters, clueless about the imagery faults that appeared out of nowhere. Striking them, lashing across as tongues wag and tempers flare.
Yep, I survived. The scars are still bleeding though.
Any bright spots? Probably the help Archer has given me. Not so much about the amount, but rather the gesture. Sadly I can't repeat the same for others, those pillars which crumbled under their own selfish wishes.
The conclusion to a post of resignation: There's no one but yourself. If you want a smooth ride, that is.
_'Jx]- faded at 1:53 AM
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