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So—we need to get into the big safe downstairs, to access the portraits we stored in it to give them to the guys that drove all the way from Albany today just for them.

Problem One: The Head of Security is the only person with the combinations number. He keeps it in his wallet.

Problem Two: He was suppose to be in today, but called in sick—his wife was taking him to the hospital. No word as to Why, or How Serious, so naturally we’re all worried. And, since he’s at the hospital, even though he’s usually attached to his Iphone like it’s’ a parasite twin, he is incommunicado.

Problem Three: The dudes from Albany have to leave this afternoon. Early. Albany, after all, is quite a ways away.

Problem Four: Old locksmith that solved the problem before has been called; but as he didn’t save any of the info from the last time he cracked this safe, he has to start from scratch and that is going to Take Time.

CONCLUSION?
Dude, where is Lord Gloria a.k.a. Eroica when you need him!? Seriously, it’s for a series of portraits in the safe, this is right up his alley and perfect for his expertise!


In Happier News: My boss brought back salt water taffy from Atlantic City. It’s actually quite delicious.

For Something Completely Different: I just realized—I’m a newly minted 24 today, and it’s the 24th.

…I’m ACTUALLY regretting not having planned something silly and Dronish for this evening.

I MAY have to desperately try to rectify that. Hrum….



THIS JUST IN: WE HAVE THE COMBINATION! I REPEAT, WE HAVE THE COMBINATION!!...now just have to figure out how many times to turn it and in which direction. *HEAD DESK*

AND FINAL UPDATE!: Disaster Averted, the boss!boss cracked the combo, and got in. Rather anti-climatically too, might I add.

And whatever you do, don't let the Virgin light the Black Flame Candle

So, here I am at work, trying to catch up on paperwork, typing away, adding work order to the Excel Spreadsheet, when my fingers pause over this gem. I found myself typing this:

“Set up one of our projection screens in front of the Book of the Dead--”

…Dude, we have a Book of the DEAD?

Ok, ok, I know, I know. ‘But Nella!’ my public cries, ‘You work in an Armory; of COURSE there’s a Book of the Dead, there were a lot of chaps who marched off to war and who didn’t march back after all!’

And that is a very reasonable and logical point HOWEVER I’m going to pretend that it’s a necronomicon or some other Book of Dark Evil and enjoy my fantasy, thank you very much!


--Er…No Offense intended towards the Glorious Dead. *nervous grin*