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deathpixieI'm on front counter today, and inexplicably my good mood evaporated in the two minutes it took to dump my bag at my desk and bring my pen and my CDs to the counter desk. It was quite scary, really; I went from happy "bluebirds on my shoulder", everything is good in my particular part of existence to snapping and snarling and whinging worse than a fanficcer who's discovered their particular objet d' obsession has been taken over by Mormons. Seriously, we're talking serious Hulk-esque mood swings. And if the woman who left the counter without letting me know whilst I was in the middle of going through her 45 fines comes back, there will be some smashing.
Still, I've had a Tim Tam (singular). It's hard to be cranky when you have a Tim Tam in your tummy. Hey, that could be their new slogan!
I've also got fairly minimal work to do - once again I have proven my over-efficiency by getting everything done, and now I'm bored. Entertain me, please?
Still, I've had a Tim Tam (singular). It's hard to be cranky when you have a Tim Tam in your tummy. Hey, that could be their new slogan!
I've also got fairly minimal work to do - once again I have proven my over-efficiency by getting everything done, and now I'm bored. Entertain me, please?
