The phone system is obsolete and trying to kill me. My tech skills cannot conquer the world's slowest PC. My hair is huge, and I think they slipped me decaf instead of regular.
This is not good.
But the other agents seem to be nice about covering my ass as I fumble. And the drive up LSD was nice. Here's hoping I can tame the phone and computer and get home without a horrific commute.
on Pandora: "Omid (Hope)" - Thievery Corporation
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