Stitched up

[deathpixie]

So today, my second day back at work after two months' vacation, I come in to find Steve, my direct manager, he of the getting me horrendously drunk on Friday nights last year (until I stopped drinking with him so much), has put me on front counter. Which means I'm dealing with the public, answering phones and counter, and I can't use AIM (which works again, since they updated us to XP while I was away. At least until the techies notice the amount of online time I'm using and firewall me again). And no-one's answering email, which means a Bored Rossi.

*pouts* The more things change...

Still, I'm having my petty revenge by inflicting my music taste on Steve, who is on counter duty with me. Now to find something I have he doesn't like...