And here I am...

[deathpixie]

At work, and it looks like it could be quiet, if for the sole reason our phone switchboard has blown up.

Erk.

Usually what happens is when the day reception staff leave at 5, they switch over the phones to our side of things in the back office - every call comes through our phones. Only, tonight they didn't, and when the handy "I do everything" guy Kenny was there trying to fix it, everything just went down totally. They're trying to fix it now.

This could be a real problem, given people still need to report deaths to us, and the only number they have is the main one that goes through the switch. Still, I'm not a technician, and this is so not my problem, although I'll be dealing with the rather annoyed people when they do manage to get through...

Hmm, might call the Alfred and give them a direct number - I'm waiting on a call for the undertakers in two matters.

Edit: Phones fixed now, yay. Means less stress in the long run...

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Gah. Just gah, on the whole broken phones thing.

And here's a little bizzareness I found: She'd grown on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef and she walked into his office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. He knew he was up for an interesting day. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. And his thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. He couldn't wait to get outside and face the hailstones that leap from the pavement, just like rabbits when you fry them in hot grease.

I hope tonight's not too hectic, dude.