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[Aug. 28th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
*four days into Ecthelion's tour abroad, has just about gotten a handle on the insanity that is to be his life for the next several weeks until his lord returns* *has also resigned himself to the fact that, between the added Fountain workload and his online regimen of master's coursework, adequate sleep is going to be a precious, precious luxury*
*has taken to occupying Ecthelion's office during business hours for convenience's sake, if only because Esther is running back and forth enough without making her traipse further than the next door over* (*is rediscovering how damned tall his boss is, what with having to readjust the monitor and pull everything on the desk closer together except the Hobble-head, that can stay where it is thankyou*) *haunts his own office before and after shift, then, to play the endless game of catch-up* *is beginning to seriously harbor thoughts of stashing a sleeping bag under his desk for emergency power-naps*
*is in the middle of signing off on the latest report from the accounts department—and Eru, the numbers are all beginning to swim together, at this point—when the desk phone bleeps with an incoming page* *snags the receiver and tucks it against his shoulder, half his attention still on the dotted line* Erestor. *listens for exactly one sentence before his hand is creeping up to hold the phone tighter to his ear, and the frown on his face is pure incredulity* ...We have a what? |
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