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[Text, March 12]
Ok, I'm asking. What is everyone's job? I'm looking for that one guy who has a worse job than mine. Just one.
And I'm hoping Taco Tuesdays aren't a thing here. That's just a disaster waiting to happen.
And I'm hoping Taco Tuesdays aren't a thing here. That's just a disaster waiting to happen.
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Sanitation, which is not at all as bad as it sounds.
Hey, does sarcasm come through in texts?
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[cackles outright -- ah yes, the job Miles had when he first came aboard.] Definitely not the person you're looking for, then. Good luck, though. It may be unpleasant, but that's one of the ship's most essential areas.
You could add a note -- like... <=sarcasm! That'd definitely help it come through. [sarcasm!~]
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No, I'm serious about that.
Anyway, I guess no one's first job is really that great.
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Wait, serious about sanitation, or about sarcasm? You know, you can vid-call on these things if it's easier.
In my old fleet, everyone started out as a recruit-trainee. They don't do it that way here, but then this isn't a military operation. You can put in for a job change, but I'm not kidding about sanitation being a serious matter on a deep-space ship. Pleasant it's not, but crucial it is.
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Even more reason for me to do something else. I'm no that responsible.
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Good luck putting in for a job change, then. What'd you do back home?
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I was a gambler. Pulled a con every now and then. Maybe this is karma.
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[don't take the banter too seriously; Bel doesn't ^^]
That so? Were you good at it?
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[oh, he likes it, in case it's not obvious enough.]
Guess so. I'm still alive, anyway.
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[excellent!]
Always a plus.