October 8th, 2001

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Confirming yet again that the world is still confused about how it is supposed to work, several important and key events happened, none of which we shall mention here.

Um and yes, I'm supposed to care because....?

On a vaugly "Wow..." point my granny (a spritly young lass of some 93 years) tried to find the blackout curtains on being told by a very nice BBC reporter that the War on Terrorism had begun.

At first we kinda smirked, then the realisation that of course she was dead serious, and after all why not.

I did think about blacking out the windows (but not to prevent bombs hitting us more a visual protest that most of the world is just stupid.) but realised it would be annoyingly hard to get the paint off.

I may draw a picture of myself as a gothkitty later on, that would be kinda cool.

Oh and if anyone has a credit card that works with paypal i'll gladly send them a cheque/brown enevlope stuffed with cash in return for paying for some fings with it (My livejournal being one and a fanfic.net account being the other.)

Razzin frazzin pile of useless RBOS cards.

Things could be worse.

I might have not been able to go to the furmeet at the weekend.
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New Policy

>ID Cards must be visibly displayed on your person at all times whilst on company property - replacement
>chains/clips may be obtained at reception desks.
>Receptionists, security personnel & individuals are being asked to challenge personnel not displaying

Meaning we have to wear these stupid id cards in little plastic card condoms on either a chain or a clip.

This job is now really really pissing me off in a major way, why exactly do I have to wear my id card to sit in a cubicle?

I need a new job, stat, please anything anything in the world even "Would you like more fries with that?" would be acceptable, at least i'd get to talk to people.

On top of this stupid nonsense i've got a stunning migrane coming on, that'll be a fun thing to cope with in the afternoon.
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So that was Monday the um, 8th? I think it's the 8th today of some month in a year that ends in 01.

Anyway, I'm off home now to plot and plan Ironclaw and write up rules for Clayfighter Deathmatch.

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