"At least it gets you out in the open air."

[muckefuck]

I've been meaning to get back in touch with people again after my long hibernation. Over a week ago, I'd looked up a co-worker from That Awful Place I Used To Work At and been startled to find that he's living on my very street. Well, technically. rollick lives on my street. Then the street ends, starts up again after three blocks, jogs, and who knows what happens to it next. In any case, he must be living very near me.

He's still at TAPIUTWA, though he's hoping to get a full-time position with the needle-exchange service he volunteers for in Uptown. As he put it, "I hope the job comes through just so I can go to [Jewish Mother Figure] and say, 'I'm leaving to work with heroin addicts for the money'."

After much guffawing, I replied, "Don't oversimplify things. You're also going to work there for the company."

"People talk about manipulative drug users," he said, "but the heroin addicts are more pleasant to deal with than most of the people I work with."

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Things were much better one floor up, especially given that That One Guy never actually did bring an automatic rifle to work and kill us all.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Every department has a guy like that.

Operative word is "were". Now everyone is squished onto the ground floor. However, at the rate they're not filling vacancies, it will only be a little longer before there are no space issues.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

I replaced the Guy Like That here. That's why they love me!

[rollick.livejournal.com]

And you know, rollick hasn't seen you since you moved onto her street. Okay, except for once, many miles south. What's up with that?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I assume it's something to do with my habit of walking down that street between 7:30 and 8 a.m. in the morning, when rollick is getting what little sleep she is likely to ever get.

[rollick.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Note to self: Just before bed, huck water balloons out north-facing windows.

Hmmmm. Amended note to self: Wait for summer, when this might be humorous instead of lethal.

[gopower.livejournal.com]

Given that we saw each other once in the eight months we lived four blocks from each other, I suspect you must be invisible at close range.