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writer (of novels, short stories, whatever else I can think of). Riot nrrd. Lively dancer.
Overtime shift finds my two co workers and I in our little section of office amongst the appeal files. On a whim we decide to put up a box-load of shabby Christmas decorations. I scramble into a vacant office, boot up a computer, crank up the volume on the tiny speakers and find a playlist of Vince Guaraldi’s Charlie Brown Christmas tunes on Youtube.
Soon there’s tacky blue tinsel wrapped around a pile of red criminal files; a thread of non-LED lights blinks over immigration and family cases tucked away in their respective folders. I’m precariously balanced on the credenza right over the fax machine which starts spitting out a late in the day application while I stick little construction paper snowmen to the wall and ceiling.
My co-worker hands me tape and starts laughing, “an Atheist, a Buddhist and an Ojibway start putting up Christmas decorations” he says; we adjourn to the bar to think of a punchline.
writer (of novels, short stories, whatever else I can think of). Riot nrrd. Lively dancer.
