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Some nights, things go well.
Other nights, things are busy as Hell.
Occasionally things are right smack in the middle.
That's where we are right now.
Would have maybe gotten out of here within an hour of my regular time to leave but for one thing ...
Midnight guy calls in at around 2330 ... "Yeah, this is MidnightGuy. I was on my way in and I puked in my car. I'm turning around, going home to clean myself up. I'll see how things go and call back."
Not surprisingly, when he called back (just before midnight) he said, "Yeah, I'm not making it in."
By the time he made the second call, I'd already made arrangements to reschedule my lunch date with Tester-San for tomorrow, and informed momwolf not to wait up.
So, here I am, in the nuthouse, taking one for the team, providing coverage for the shift.
I have had three-quarters of a pot of coffee. I have snacks leftover from dinner that I didn't eat.
That's about as good as it's going to get.
I just hope I don't run out of cigarettes.
That could get ugly.
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