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I feel like there's a very accurate parallel to be made between testing the entire fleet for Cylonness and finishing the gabillion complaints I have to get filed this week (tomorrow, specifically), but I can't quite make the metaphor work un-awkwardly, so accept this meta-commentary instead.
(I worked until 7:30 tonight, that's the best you're going to get out of me.)
I wonder if asking my boss for a raise at this point is like trying to ask Adama for a spare nuke... Would I get credulous eyebrows raised at me, but get it in the end?
(Also, sadly, I was outbid on the boots at the last minute, but I suppose it's all for the best because I was already bidding a fair amount higher than I'd planned to anyway. Now I'm going to have to spend just as much on plain old boring rain boots sometime soon, though. Alas.)
(I worked until 7:30 tonight, that's the best you're going to get out of me.)
I wonder if asking my boss for a raise at this point is like trying to ask Adama for a spare nuke... Would I get credulous eyebrows raised at me, but get it in the end?
(Also, sadly, I was outbid on the boots at the last minute, but I suppose it's all for the best because I was already bidding a fair amount higher than I'd planned to anyway. Now I'm going to have to spend just as much on plain old boring rain boots sometime soon, though. Alas.)
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