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the seal is for marksmanship ([personal profile] tiltingheartand) wrote2019-02-26 11:42 am

in the sea beyond us

It’s been a week or so since Physicals Season ended, which means that everyone who needed to remove their facial hair in order to take their respirator fit test has done so. Mostly this is nice because — unless someone just decides to shave, obviously — I don’t have to worry about that two-second “whoa what the fuck” reaction every time I see someone who’s newly clean-shaven. Sure it’ll happen again in September, but until then I’m safe.

(My boss-boss decided to shave everything but his mustache. I’m not 100% sure why and it’s possible I asked him “why did you do that to your face”. It’s gone now.)


In other, stranger, work-related news, context: previously-mentioned coworker who felt the need to specify that he wasn’t a furry got fired a few weeks ago. (Or. I’m not sure if it was Actual Firing; he was a temp. He no longer works here, is the end result.) He had been staying in another coworker’s second bedroom, because most of us here have something of a commute but two hours is. A little much. And Other Coworker lives 20 minutes away. But when he got fired here I gather he moved back.

All of which is to say that Other Coworker told me he’d been asked to relay sincere thanks to me from Non-Furry Coworker for all the help I’d given him while he was here. I blinked and said “o ... kay?” The person whose office we were in was as confused as I was, and said “... do you keep in touch with him? Did this just come up in conversation?”

Apparently Non-Furry Coworker accidentally took home an Xbox controller that wasn’t his, and so called Other Coworker to let him know, and then ... well what Other Coworker said was “and then he like. Went on this tirade about how he should have appreciated all the help he was getting, specifically from Meghan — he mentioned you by name and asked me to thank you specifically.”

So like. Sure? Either I am misremembering the significance of the things I helped him with or he got absolutely no help from literally anyone else in the entire department. I guess I’m happy I was able to help in whatever way I did, one way or the other?


In something not related to work, I started a new seizure medication Friday night and JESUS FUCK I have never seen such dire warnings in the monograph and consumer information as I have with this one. It’s a benzodiazepine and Serious Business, apparently. It’s weird just because it’s a Schedule IV (so I knew it was a controlled substance and all before I picked it up, no worries) and when I was on a Schedule III for a while I don’t remember the warnings being nearly this dire.