9/8/06
The office is going to be busy starting yesterday. The department manager came out of her office and started singing because work was picking up. I kept muttering "Shut the fuck up" under my breath. For those of you playing along at home that's $1.25 for the swear jar. Funny that I'm the only one who ever put any money into the swear jar. The others just put in post-it IOUs or ignored it.

Here's hoping that my vacation happens at the height of the busiest period leaving everyone in a lurch.

asbury park by night
Friday is the second installment of Asbury Park by Night. The fortunate thing is that I finally have enough background for the prince of Asbury Park. It might never come up but it's always good to have something more than a two dimensional character.

Everyone in the group, even Jaybird, have posted rundowns as their characters remembered the game. I'm pleased at that fact.

Here's hoping that the game is allowed a little extra run-time if the game goes late. I want this introductory adventure to be complete before my trip to New Jersey rather than leave things hanging in the air.

theft
A laptop was stolen from the second floor office. The second floor office isn't affiliated with Usury, Inc.. A sign was pasted on the front and back doors saying "Just return it. You can't do a thing since you don't have power or the passcode. No charges will be pressed. $150 reward."

That's the Reader's Digest version.

No passcode? No power supply? No problem.

Just order the appropriate power supply from an internet supplier. Boot the computer with a Live CD of some open source operating system, find the right file and read the password. Even better, get a new hard drive and pop it in and throw out the old one. This isn't brain surgery.

If the folks in this office were sly, they could've put something on the laptop so it'd phone home. Of course this measure is thwarted if the hard drive is replaced with a new one.

heptapod.org, its affiliates, business partners and staff do not condone or endorse thievery.

gross and creepy
A brother and sister work for the company where I endure my sisyphean toil. They're the children of the company's president and their ages are only a few years apart. She is good looking, has big tits and a Tijuana license plate. He's a weird troll who isn't the brightest card in the kitchen drawer.

On Thursday as she was leaving the office and he was coming in, he turned and gave her a long and appraising look from head to foot.

heptapod.org apologizes
heptapod.org deeply regrets the inconvenience of presenting work-related stories in today's entry.
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