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Chia's feelin I am tired. Not just tired of things, but actually,physically tired. Sleepy even. Fatigued. Chia knows synonyms. There are cuts on my upper arm, and I don't remember where they came from, and they're pretty deep. *crinkles face in worriedness* Someone wrote in my notebook today... (before I get too far into this, it's an agenda notebook that I write assignments in, because my memory is teh crap). And I had it on my desk while I was up giving a presentation. And so, when I got back to my desk it had one of those "Call me for a good time" things on it, and a number. I don't know if I should feel cheap, easy, flattered or offended. And I had work today... More cleaning those damn chairs. The chairs will never be clean. Ever. I've tried like... 3 different cleaning agents, and they still look like crap. I think the only reason my boss wants me to clean them is because she's old and grew up in the ages where where you clean and save everything forever and ever, even though it's rusty dilapidated crap. I mean, yes, the chairs no longer smell funny, but no amount of ancient carpet cleaner that's older than me, informercial advertised cleansers or dishwashing soap will get those damn things clean. I figure, either take them to the dry cleaners, bleach them white and then dye them, or just re-upholster them. If I put water on the chairs now, they foam up because of all the soap and crap that's settled in and dried. While I was cleaning the lovely chairs, I heard this loud noise. And it wasn't the Blue Angels practicing for Fleet Week this time, it was a fire alarm. Which, in our dilapidated old building, echos, and becomes exponentially louder. It was soon joined by 2 other alarms, coming from outside and downstairs. Several minutes later, another siren was audible, albeit barely, since the sound of the regular fire alarmis so loud it could be heard from blocks away (as I found out that time I accidently set off the alarm when I walked into the building unaware that my boss wasn't even there). It was the siren of a firetruck. Actually, 3 firetrucks, with a bunch of firemen, in full fireman battle gear. Unable to reach the building from the side they pulled up on, they cut through the lock to the building with large lock cutters, and marched in. As soon as they found the source of the problem (some kids from the highschool in the parking lot had been fucking around with the alarm during the day), they tried to turn off the alarm. Alas, they couldn't get into the room that had the controls to the fire alarm. And so, they busted through the door with something big and pointy. Safety glass all over the floor, they finally got one of the alarms to stop; after the security alarm guy came down and got a stern talking to from the fire chief, we finally got the other two alarms off. Sadly, the second in command where I work got a citation because the alarms weren't accessable to the firemen, even though it wasn't exactly her fault, and she doesn't own the building. I'm sure the district will take care of it for her. Damned it it didn't make my headache worse, though...
Older Stuff:
don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.
It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
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