Seven and a half hours before the workplace calms down enough for me to do anything besides work my tail off. Seven and a half hours without any appreciable downtime.

It's good to be appreciated, right?

Notable incidents of the day included the cup with cookies in it; Stressy College Chick Shift Ops Super attempted to hand them off to about three different other supervisors. By the third attempt, I could no longer keep a straight face.

One of the employees here, a phone goon, looks like he's wearing Groucho Marx glasses, because he has thick dark eyebrows, dark-framed glasses, and a mustache. The effect is comical if you're not expecting it.

Cute Geek Super to Stressy College Chick on tampering with her food on the dinner run: "I won't spit in your food -- my little friend will spit in your food." Silly Cute Geek Super. (It amuses me that Cute Geek Super is one or two years younger than I am.)

Figment's monitor report came back with a decent number of stars on it. I grinned when I saw that, and got a star out of my Check-In Equipment Box and slapped that on the monitor report as well. The supervisor for the job (who hasn't got a nickname yet; I think he should perhaps be Phone Call In Super, because he has a wife and an assortment of friends who always call in for him) started giving me a hard time about it. This led to Rev. Nice Super adding to the hassle, and then Stressy College Chick as well. I turned an interesting color.

There was discussion of metal vs. wood baseball bats to be used as a blunt instrument, and whether or not the person over which the metal baseball bat is whacked can hear the nice "ping" sound when the bat collides with their head. (Clone Name Super said that yes, they do; his cousin had a close encounter.)

So, an interesting day.

Tomorrow I'm a phone goon; I may well take it the heck off, because I'm so exhausted. (Yep. I checked with Stressy College Chick, and both of us are taking it off. Yay!)