I was sitting here starting what will be the next blog, when my status as knower of all that is useless came into play again. In walks one of my co-workers. "Laura Help me, I am thinking of a soda, sort of brown in color, not a cola, not rootbeer, sort of old timey I can't think of what it is I can taste it...sort of vanilla like. Used to come in bottles and cans." I take a stab at a few things draw out some more detail and come up with Cream Soda. He has now been back twice in the short time it has taken me to type this to thank me for thinking of it. Oof. I fix broken things.
notes from the frontier of boredom
the semi-lucid ramblings of a person on the frontier of boredom without anything to do, and without any meaningful direcion. I love my job. Since I started working here I figured I'd spend the next 30 years doing the same thing. My free time is eaten up. I still don't really have much of a life, but I'm busy and it looks like fun.

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