My calendar program just reminded me of an important event

Ahem...

Happy Birthday stella2600!

That is all.

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As you all know, I work in Brandon, which is fairly conservative. When I drove in this morning, there was a really heavy fog. I stopped at the Publix to get lunch, and the cashier was wearing a long blonde wig with a flower coronet. I wonder what's up.

Sit-ins at Bright house?

I just went downstairs to get some water from the fountain, and two of the engineers were sitting in the copy room, playing guitars and insisting that the company immediately become an employee owned collective, and give 50% of its profits to the anti-war effort.

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The accounting staff have started an email discussion, which they’ve copied us all on, that consists of alternating verses of Give Peace a Chance. And they’re wearing wigs like the cashier at Publix. Management is talking about locking down the Exchange server.

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I had to go out to run an errand. It looks like it’s not just Brighthouse and the grocery store. A bunch of guys had parked their pickups in an intersection on 60, letting cars go through only one lane in each direction. They were stopping every car and giving the occupant a flower, and encouraging them to come to a rally later on tonight.

The gun racks on the pickups were empty. Weird.

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There’s oddly smelling smoke coming from the first floor, and the Remedy programmer has been sent out to the store to get some cases of chips and Doritos. It looks like the vending machines ran out.

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I guess the Exchange server is back up. I just got an email telling me to go downstairs to the big conference room for a “love in”. Um.. guys? If anyone’s reading this, I think I may need help getting out of here.

Guys? Anyone? Can anyone read this?

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Uh oh. It’s gotten a little ugly here. After the “love in” (which turned out to be about group hugs, thank goodness), some of the newly-turned peace protesters have converged on the parking lot and collected all the ribbon magnets (and believe me, there’s a lot of them here) and are trying to light them on fire.

Management is starting to make noise about sending us home.

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Apparently 60 has been shut down from Lakewood to Parson’s. An impromptu street festival has broken out, and they’ve somehow gotten a hold of a karaoke machine and are singing folk songs. One of the guys said that people are leaving their clothes at the side of the road before joining in the festival.

Good thing this didn’t happen yesterday or the day before when it was colder.

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All the televisions in the building are playing an endless repeat of footage from John and Oko’s bed-in. More worrying, the Tier 2 support group have been ordered to disconnect their computers and push all the furniture in the room up against the wall.

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This is *not* good. A big truck from Badcock’s just arrived, and the delivery guys are bringing a dozen mattresses up to the support center. Please send help.

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There’s a small group of people holed up in the other building, barricaded into their conference room. They’ve somehow smuggled in some hunting dogs, chewing tobacco, and rifles. They’ve invited me to come along. I’m really not sure where I’ll be safer.

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That's it. I'm out.