OPEN BAR: NO CISNORMATIVE ELVEN PATRIARCHS ALLOWED

[Demolition Squid]

That is... decidedly creepy.

Good luck, Cain. I'll hope you get out of there sooner rather than later.

[Cain]

Oh, I'm stuck here for at least the next six months, unless I fail the probation period.  Which I wont, because our shift is the only one which currently doesn't cause any grief for the management and gets shit done.

Which is why tonight's little talk happened.  They want us at the very least on the sidelines, getting on with our jobs and doing nothing else.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I finally finished the first draft of my first full length novel today. 100,004 words ready to be cut down and refined into something actually worth reading.

I thought it was great at the start. I hated it at about the halfway point. Now I think it is ... okay? There's the start of something good there but it needs serious revision. Far too much tell, not enough show.

But I am very, very happy I actually managed to finish it. How people write one of these in a single month is beyond me, it took me since September last year and it was a real grind in places.

Congratulations!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Congratulations on finishing the novel, even if it wasn't all you hoped for it to be.  Anyway, that is what sequels are for.

My boss had a "friendly" chat with myself and my colleague at working tonight, reminding us to not join any "cabals".  Sure, Adolf, I'll keep that in mind.  Inbetween, there was blathering about how we are the best staff ever, thinly veiled suggestions that we shouldnt fraternise with other staff and warnings about factions and political agendas in the office.

In short, its a full on Game of Thrones here.  Well, Game of Thrones as performed by a troupe of primary school children.  It's almost sad, really.  I'm half tempted to show them what advancing yourself really is, but that would mean being put in charge of these idiots.  And I'm not taking responsibility for this gaggle of stupidity.

That's kind of funny but kind of depressing, in the way it's both funny and depressing when the semi-toothless wasted tweaker at the bar talks about how he's a dangerous man with important connections.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I can't deal with my Facebook page right now. Seriously, it's become this butthurt feelings magnet for friends with chronic illnesses to defend their personal medical care choices.

I don't give a fuck. I really don't.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am barely even giving any fucks about actually finishing my assignments this term.

[Cain]

That's kind of funny but kind of depressing, in the way it's both funny and depressing when the semi-toothless wasted tweaker at the bar talks about how he's a dangerous man with important connections.

Which is fairly accurate.

What started all this off is one of the other staff members was getting annoyed at the lack of staffing we have.  And rightly so - every weekend, they miss every break, without fail, because of the high student turnover.

Another member of staff, our professional complainer, then piggybacked on that email with his own list of greivances, which he copied someone in senior management (ie: above our line manager and boss) into.

That is what set all this off.  Someone stepped outside of official procedure, it's a Code Red alert!

[Reginald Ret]

Oh, I'm stuck here for at least the next six months, unless I fail the probation period.  Which I wont, because our shift is the only one which currently doesn't cause any grief for the management and gets shit done.

Which is why tonight's little talk happened.  They want us at the very least on the sidelines, getting on with our jobs and doing nothing else.

Being on the sidelines of this little clusterfuck doesn't sound so bad, it has to be better than being in the middle of it.
Good luck with that.

I finally finished the first draft of my first full length novel today. 100,004 words ready to be cut down and refined into something actually worth reading.

I thought it was great at the start. I hated it at about the halfway point. Now I think it is ... okay? There's the start of something good there but it needs serious revision. Far too much tell, not enough show.

But I am very, very happy I actually managed to finish it. How people write one of these in a single month is beyond me, it took me since September last year and it was a real grind in places.

Well done!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That's kind of funny but kind of depressing, in the way it's both funny and depressing when the semi-toothless wasted tweaker at the bar talks about how he's a dangerous man with important connections.

Which is fairly accurate.

What started all this off is one of the other staff members was getting annoyed at the lack of staffing we have.  And rightly so - every weekend, they miss every break, without fail, because of the high student turnover.

Another member of staff, our professional complainer, then piggybacked on that email with his own list of greivances, which he copied someone in senior management (ie: above our line manager and boss) into.

That is what set all this off.  Someone stepped outside of official procedure, it's a Code Red alert!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Unrelated-to-anything: I fucked my back up hoisting a big stupid bag of dog food from the car yesterday.

It's my lower back, which I have never injured before.

I'm assuming it's a torn muscle or something, and that a week of relative rest will heal it. I hope, otherwise my trip will be extra fun, especially the sleeping-on-hard-ground part.

[Doktor Howl]

Unrelated-to-anything: I fucked my back up hoisting a big stupid bag of dog food from the car yesterday.

It's my lower back, which I have never injured before.

I'm assuming it's a torn muscle or something, and that a week of relative rest will heal it. I hope, otherwise my trip will be extra fun, especially the sleeping-on-hard-ground part.

Ouch.  Those always suck.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Unrelated-to-anything: I fucked my back up hoisting a big stupid bag of dog food from the car yesterday.

It's my lower back, which I have never injured before.

I'm assuming it's a torn muscle or something, and that a week of relative rest will heal it. I hope, otherwise my trip will be extra fun, especially the sleeping-on-hard-ground part.

Ouch.  Those always suck.

Yeah, I'm not excited about it. It's not too bad, but it makes it hard to put socks on.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

LIKE AN OLD LADY. AAAAAARRRRGH.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That thread on my wall is kind of a clusterfuck.

I am interested in how people come out of the woodwork to make it all about themselves.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

MY DENTAL HYGIENIST FREAKED OUT WHEN I HAD A SEIZURE, OMG STIGMA