...so now fry it.
Somehow, I got passed over for riding the seat today. So the fill in guy (who is super nice) is riding the seat. I know I know I know I get to have all the glory and delight that goes with being an ICT all the rest of the time other people are driving ambulances but I thought any captaining at all would be beneficial. Assuming the captain test produces. See previous post.
That poor guy is walking around on eggshells knowing I am casting a withering eye around, the chief looks a bit guilty like he did something, now I am mad, but he doesn't know what he did. The senior doesn't care because he has taken my phone and is playing with Google Goggles. ANd the paramedics are here coughing and hacking on us.
So we are having chicken for dinner in an ethereal man-attempt to keep the peace they sense in disturbed but do not know why, I purposely filed stuff wrong, and I am pondering getting out my sewing and sewing in the lounge during football to make everyone nervous. Except I do not have my sewing. So I will be forced to vacuum around them, rearrange the couches, and scorch the cheese dip.
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