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I was supposed to go to my parents' place for a few days. I wanted to clean up my old room, sort some shit I've avoided for four years and maybe the four years before that. I'd taken three days off. ( Long story short: I guess I ain't goin'. )

Then I left myself wondering what to do for the next few days. I guess I'll be here, cleaning the apartment and getting a dual-celeron box working. I'm going to fix brynndragon's old hard drives onto her newer CPU & mobo.

Let's face it: I have some spare time. Who wants to hang out. I shouldn't get picky, but I'd love it if hakamadare or bluepapercup would come down to the Melrose lair and...

It dawns on me that it's not smart to invite guests without having a decent bottle of sherry on hand. All I've got is this port I found.

-twitching my tail, Ps/d

First moment...

I'm on my short vacation. It just dawned on me a half hour ago. I wasn't unaware of being on vacation but it's like taking a drug and not being on it until something specific dawns on you.

What dawned on me was that I wasn't pissed off.

Suddenly I was not worried that someone would screw up my efforts while I was away from my desk. One of my coworkers, a man that had broken my balls consistently because I had worked so hard to fix an order he botched that I called dibs on it months ago decided to steal one of my sales. His claim was that some obscure rule for an order on hold for 30 days had taken effect. Did he put a single not into the now-stolen order? Did he copy the computer specs as required? Did he add anything to the order without which the order would've failed? No on all counts. I wanted blood.

Childish, isn't it? All this for an oder I'd completely forgotten about. Then I saw the name and remembered how much ballbusting I went though to close that sale. Now it was going to slip from me simply because someone else wanted it.

Now it's ebbing from me. I will make money no matter what happens. My moral nature will guide me from pettiness. It will make me remember whom I can trust and blah blah. ( Yes, I can be so petty bougie. Fuck you but I still love you. Please read more. )