<P><B><JC>The Bastard Operator from Hell #3</JC>
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<P>So I'm working so hard I barely have time to drive into town and watch a movie before I told people their printing will be ready. The queue's WAAAAAY too long to have everything printed (and sorted) by the time I told them, so I kill all the small jobs so there's only 2 left and I can sort them in no time.
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<P>Then, after the movie, (which was one of those slack Bertolucci ones that takes about 3 hours till the main character is killed off in a visionary experience) I get back and clear the printouts.
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<P>There's about 50 people waiting outside and I've got two printouts. That's about average for me. I thought I'd killed more tho. Anyway, I put out the printouts and walk slooowly inside, fingering the clipboard with "ACCOUNTS TO REMOVE" in big letters on the back. No-one says anything. As usual.
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<P>I'm sitting back in the Operations Armchair, watching the computer room closed circuit TV, which just happens to be connected to the frame-grabber's Video player (sent off for repair, due back sometime in '97) when the phone rings. That must be the 2nd time today, and it's really starting to get to me!
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<P>"Yes?" I say, pausing the picture.
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<P>"I seem to have accidentally deleted my C.V!" the voice at the other end of the line says.
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<P>"You have? What was your username?"
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<P>He tells me. What the hell, I AM bored.
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<P>"Ah no, you didn't delete it - I did."
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<P>"What?"