Pizza Planet, Friday
Friday, May 22nd, 2009 06:02 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
It was all shaping up to be a good day at work, so far -- none of the interior surfaces had spontaneously decided to sprout foodstuffs, the soda fountain was being normal, all the canned goods were stacked as they should be.
It was nice.
With that in mind, Jen was going through yet more paperwork for the upcoming job (this was getting ridiculous, all things considered) and expecting something bizarre to happen.
The theory, unspoken and left mentally unarticulated, was that it'd keep the bizarre things at bay.
So far it was working, at least inside Pizza Planet. So far . . .
[OOC: The OCD has already left for the long weekend along with my brain, which refuses to come up with an appropriate song filk for this disclaimer today. SP likely, open, etc. etc. and so forth.]
It was nice.
With that in mind, Jen was going through yet more paperwork for the upcoming job (this was getting ridiculous, all things considered) and expecting something bizarre to happen.
The theory, unspoken and left mentally unarticulated, was that it'd keep the bizarre things at bay.
So far it was working, at least inside Pizza Planet. So far . . .
[OOC: The OCD has already left for the long weekend along with my brain, which refuses to come up with an appropriate song filk for this disclaimer today. SP likely, open, etc. etc. and so forth.]