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I really, truly do not understand out management.

I get here at 1:45, and there's 400 units to be done.

They've already let first shift off.

*boggles*

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Oh, and I just wanted to throw in that one of my coworkers just referred to the AirPort card as the CPU.

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Eight hours down; four to go.

Last night I dreamt I sang "Amazing Grace" at my grandmother's funeral.

The music in my head has today alternated between the sad music from Neverending Story, The Safety Dance, Cocteau Twin's Fotzepolitic, and 10 Little Pigs.