Queenie is still in work, today she was clearing her desk. This involved moving a vast pile of paper, some of which she has read some of which she will eventually read and some of which is only worth wiping her ass with, from her desk to her 'to be put in the filing cabinet if and when any room opens up in it eventually' pile, which is teetering dangerously to the left (of course) on the shelf beside her door.
That took about thirty seconds.
So now she's sitting here wondering if it would be okay to go home. It's not like there's anyone in. Or anything to do. Nasty knife in the back politics are not good in the week of peace and love and tinsel. That's all for the first week of January.
So Queenie is taking a breath.
As she said to one of her co-workers this morning, she's just had the craziest six months of her life. New country, new job, new home, new friends, new weather, new everything. Some days she ached for something familiar soooo much. Some days she never wanted to see the emerald isle again. Some days both thoughts took turns attacking her sanity in what seemed almost hourly shifts.
Mostly it was unforgettably great.
So thanks to all my co-workers in here for making me appreciate the fun of politics again.
I'm not leaving till you're running the place. That's a promise.
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