Thursday, November 15, 2001
|12:01 PM|
Damned phone.
I have the office all to myself today. I'm really damned tired. I keep meaning to go to bed early, but things keep coming up, like last night's bomb threat. Derek and I were driving around Time Warner when we noticed it was surrounded by cop cars (I used to work there, and Derek still does, in the Road Runner call center). He got on aim and found out that a briefcase was found in the lobby, and no one had been allowed to leave the building since 3pm that day. It was now 7:30pm. We thought it was odd that if it was a bomb threat that they keep everyone inside, but the possibility of a biological attack remained. They evacuated the building so Derek and I headed over to stand with out friends and wait to get blown up. The bomb squad showed up, they used a "disruptor" (high pressure water cannon) to open the brief case and try to detect if it explodes or not. A while later the all clear came, and Derek and I left.
I guess I'm just not going to get a decent amount of sleep in the near future. I'm averaging about 3-4 hours a night. I'm a zombie at work and I need to take naps. Since naps can only be taken under my desk and last as long as the space between phone calls, I'm not getting a lot of rest.
Sheesh, listen to me. bitch bitch bitch. You'd think I had something to complain about. Well, I should get back to all these people who can't print because they are too stupid to read the emails we sent around.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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