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Girl, 5, Forced to Apologize for Hugging Classmate

 Seriously. 

Its been a while since I mentioned how things are at the ol’ office, and I figured I’d let all you other desk jockeys drool over the awesomeness that is AT’s work setup. 

No, they’re not paying me anymore, thanks.  Its all in the frills.  Like I said before, got a bitchin 4th floor window view, except now it views out over the construction site of what I am told will be luxury condos.  Now, I’ve said before that I’m not much into luxury things happening in Oak Ridge, and I think this thing will take off like a lead balloon as it sits next to two fairly busy 4 lane arteries, boarded on one side by small industrial shops, and the other by a freaky technicolor housing development that is packed into a lot tighter than sardines.
My plan is to take blackmail pictures of everybody in their luxury apartments from my vantage point as often as I can. 

In fact, let me wander for a minute… one of the strange sadistic practical jokes I thought about playing on somebody in my youth was to climb up on top of a tower or tree or somewhere high with an old SLR camera with a bitchin telephoto lens.  I’d then take a black and white picture of them with a huge telephoto lens as they leave the house, then drop it in their mailbox in an unmarked manila envelope.  Just to see what would happen, a social experiment, if you will…

Wandering over.

So, my office still has those two computers, but I’ve decided to fill the mighty 60 gb on the fast computer with something, and all I had were about 11 or 12 GB of music (all obtained at the ol iTunes, of course).  189 hours+ of good ol AT music goodness, and I have the whole thing on shuffle playing throught these sweet harmon/kardon speakers I appropriated.  I even have the trippy visualisations on so that I can space out when things get slow.   Sweet.

Got my hours all sweet like, working from 6AM to 3PM, which many people would disagree with, and so be wrong.  Working in the late afternoon is for chumps.  That way, I can go home and start my binge drinking at 3:30 on the nose.  Speaking of home, its close enough that I go home for lunch and Oblivion (which, par for the course, I have now become obsessed with, despite its shortcomings), and make it back.  Running up the four flights of stairs every day has slowly started getting my body into a form that doesn’t make me crack bathroom tile with my head every morning, and GAC would thank me for that, if she knew it was me cracking the tile (I blamed MastaG.  He makes a good scapegoat).