Not exactly a productive day...

[thegrrrl2002]

Trying to read through an updated Request for Proposals from the federal government:

...okay...146 pages...not prime...how the hell am I going to staple this?

:finds monster stapler, and staples::

Okay..page 1...wait, I need more sunflower seeds, that little sandwich for lunch didn't quite do it.
::reads::

No more modular budgets, damn, that's going to be a pain. Where's my hairclip? I can't work with my hair in my face like this.

::rummages through three drawers, finally finds appropriate clip in purse::

Okay, page 1. ::highlights new budget info::

::checks email--no new messages::

::refreshes flist--no new posts::

on to Page 2, and...

Jack looks up to see Daniel standing in front him, arms crossed. And staring. "What?" Jack says impatiently.

Daniel shrugs.

"I have work to do." Jack waves a hand over his desk. "Paperwork," clarifies.

But Daniel doesn't move. "I know." His biceps bulge just a little when he stands like that, Jack notices, not for the first time.

"Daniel."

"Jack."

Jack scrawls his name in the appropriate box, and places his shiny gold I'm-a-general-now pen back in its holder. "Daniel, we're not doing it in my office. End of discussion."

"Jack, it's midnight. No one is around."

Startled, Jack checks his watch. "No it's not--" Six o'clock, his watch reads. He picks up his next memo. "Cute, Daniel, very cute."

Daniel smiles proudly and Jack almost expects him to blurt out "made you look." Instead, though, he says, "I do know your security camera doesn't work."

"I know that too. And I've put in the request to have it repaired."

Nodding thoughtfully, Daniel continues, "I'm sure they'll be coming in any minute now to replace it, too. Unless you've forgotten to sign your own work request."

"Crap." Jack shuffles through his inbox, and yup, there it is, Work Request for SE-998, returned for signature. He tosses it down on his desk, and slumps back in his chair.

"That chair," Daniel comes closer, leaning over his desk. "It's, uh, leather, isn't?"

Jack rubs his fingers over the soft, worn chair covering. "Hmmmm."

.....

Where was I? Oh, yeah, the Solicitation.

::checks email::

Yay, email!