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Man, this job just keeps on getting more and more surreal. First there were the people reading "Gratis / Appel Gratuite" on the packages, didn't realise that just means "free (call) in Dutch and French, and called to ask for their free apple. Then there is the woman who keeps leaving messages on the voice mail with things like "The coast is clear, the police is gone, check out street name)", etc. At first, we figured it was a hoax, but no. Grown woman. Utterly serious. About thirty messages in the past two or three weeks. And not only does she have to have heard the whole shpiel on our hold tape, but she's actually had one of my coworkers pick up the phone on her, so WTF. Personally, I suspect she's just mentally unstable, but who knows.

And now the entire goddamn floor is humming Do They Know It's Christmas?. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

NaNo meeting at seven, which will be me, empress_nothing, and one other person. Then again, that'll be one more person than last week, heh. I think I'll just not go home first and go sit at a coffee shop and try to write.

( My Journal Meme )

Feh, another forty minutes.