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Nailing The Pothead in The Paper Chase

  • Feb. 11, 2026, 3:49 a.m.
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Gloria thinks that she's narrowed it down to two of the security guards in the office, both of whom are young and have some measure of a beard.  Guys of course, although I think it'd be cool as hell to have a female security guard rocking a full-in beard.  Anyway, one of those male guards is believed to be the one who is using marijuana.  I didn't challenge Gloria on this.  I don't really care who happens to be the one using marijuana in or around the office.  I'm just tired of smelling it whenever I go into the men's room.  That shit needs to stop.  I've never cared for the smell of weed and I'm damn sure not going to be cool with it in the workplace.  

I decided to try some new nocturnal eye gel last night.  I don't remember the brand name, but at this point, I don't think it matters.  I think I might done using any more of these night eye gels, because my eyes were very dry this morning and they'd stay dry for a good portion of the morning.  By the time I'd realized that my eyes were no longer painfully dry, the work day was almost over.  I had to moisten up with those same Lumify eye drops, the same ones from last week, which I think are working for me.  But as far as those nocturnal eye gels, I have developed this fear of using them again because of how dry my eyes end up the morning after.  I like that my eyes don't become excruciatingly dry as I sleep, but that damn subsequent morning eyeball dryness, I think I can do without.  No eye gel tonight, that's for sure. 

Years ago in that same office, someone was reported to have been fired for drinking on the job.  I don't know if I believe it, but that was the story circulating at the time.  Maybe he was drinking beer?  Harder liquor?  I have no idea, but that was the narrative that was being thrown around when suddenly he was no longer in the building.  I don't even know if he was actually ever intoxicated during any of those evening hours he might have worked.  For all I know, he may have just been having a beer at his desk and someone just so happened to see him.  Like I said, I don't know the story, not even the partial version.  That was many, many years ago.  I think that anyone who would know the real story has since left the department, voluntarily, by force, or through retirement. 

Things have been busy at work for much of the past few weeks.  I keep plugging away, as I do.  That isn't to say that I'm not tired, but I keep on going.  I'm already yawning, which I figure is just as well. 

I'll take that natural moisture in my eyes any day and I suppose, any night as well.  As for those nocturnal eye gels, well, I think I might be done with those.                        


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