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Captain's Log: Stardate 01-01-2010

It's the beginning of a new decade. I have boldly chose where no man wanted to go today. Into work.



I knew this would be a difficult mission. I prepared for it by arming myself with as many forms of caffeine as I could safely fit into my vehicle's cupholders and carry up 3 flights of stairs. I would typically take the transporter pods up to floor 3, but I fear the soundness of such an aged pod structure without a maintenance crew in close proximity. I am not prepared to perish in a little 2x3 foot death box. So the stairs it is.



......(huff).....(gasp) ...(hufff).....(hufff).........

I.....have........(huff)....made it......(huff).......to the main control station.........(huff)......(huff). I must sit down and catch my breath. (gasp) It has been a long journey already.



Okay I am ready. Wait. What am I supposed to be doing here? Oh yeah. That is right. I must access the main computers database and download its top secret information and disseminate it onto Command Control.

Logging in now. Password?? Oh My God.....Password?!!!.....I just changed that fucker on Stardate 12-30-09. What in the Hell did I change it too??!!! My God. Oh yeah - yeah -- I got it. Okay... The mission is back on track. (Regain composure).

Accessing Information.......*La-la-la-dee-la*.....(Look around real quick). Do-oh....did not mean to compromise my position. (Head pops up to scan for any other life forms in the cubicle hive). Nope. No one there. No one heard my singing. (Whew).

[Three hours later].....

Fuck this. Aborting mission. Coming home.

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Over and out.