Chron This

So, work has taken a decidedly busier pace lately. as in, lots and lots more labeling folders than I thought possible in one week. but, hey, it's like I've been sitting on the bench now for over a year, waiting for the day to put all of my labeling and box-moving skills to the ultimate test. and guess what everyone - that test is now.

So, one of the last times I went updating, I did so at Filter. Where I happen to be right now, too. But that's mostly irrelevant. What is relevant is that a few days later, some dude actually emailed me. he saw that I was writing, and felt the need to follow-up. I'll be honest, it was a little wierd. Unsettling almost. I mean, I should almost expect it - I'm here, writing away with my screen up and bright for anyone and everyone to see. Why, right now, anyone working at teh coffee counter could clearly see what I was writing. Well, maybe not clearly - they'd have to have bioinic eyes. And if they had bionic eyes, why would they be working at Filter? just asking...


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ddm

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