Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, June 25, 2004

I got into work today and the boss calls and says: "I'm sending you a manuscript, it's urgent, start typesetting it please."

And I say: "But, dude*, what about the urgent manuscript I'm currently typesetting?"

And his brain explodes.

Once we'd scraped the pieces up, he told me to do the new one. So I did the new one. It's now finished, and I left it printing out, so my current work situation is precisely the same as it would have been had I not gone into work. There's something quantum about that.

(* Well, no, I didn't. Not even I call my boss dude.)

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