Das Hier #21

I'm not coming back this afternoon my fellow Societors, no matter what e-mails you send me, imploring, or demanding, they've sent both.

Don't bother sending me either today because I will be away from both my desktop and my laptop.

Yes, I will have my cellphone, which I've become so accustomed to and could use, but I am not going to be available for any writing for the rest of the day.

One of the others is going to have to carry the rest of the day.

So I will not be taking the lead for most days won today, because one of the others is going to write more than me in whatever time that they will spend in the second half of the day.

I'm only going to be writing for 109 minutes today and despite my complaints, as justifiable as they have been about my fellow Societors, I have still have faith that when push comes to shove, one of them will answer the call and come back and write their asses off.

This is that push because I promise you, I am not coming back today.

Nope.

No matter what they say, or demand, my answer is going to be a firm 

So don't even bother sending me any e-mails about it because that's just going to make things worse between us.

And we don't want that do we? Not if we want to millionize this year. Which we still do yes?

If, or since, that is the case, you won't even bother to send me any e-mails today will you?

Ideally you won't even write them, but I don't think that this situation remains ideal so I fully expect that you will. You just won't send it today.

Sending it tomorrow will be fine, because tomorrow is Saturday and I mean for Saturdays to be days where I show up for all the quarters.

Or at least three of them.

Until I don't.

But that's a story for another day.

And it's not even a story, it's just a hope of my life that I will share with you at a later date because I'm not ready to share it with you now.

Brett continued, giving up on getting any further help from Harry at the moment. "Unit Three, what is happening? Your full sensor failure cannot be. So report what you are seeing even if you think that it is impossible. Do you understand me?"

"Yes First Comm." He replied in that steady robotic voice.

"Then report Unit Three. What is happening there? I need to know. And I need to know now!" He yelled into the mic, as desperation slipped out of his head and into his voice.

Well, pardon me for saying so, but I liked what I just wrote and am curious to see where this litle bit of storying could go.

Too bad it can't go into the 3rd or 4th quarters because I think that I could carry it nicely into the rest of the day, but I meant what I said...

I am not coming back this afternoon and one of the others is going to have step up and write or we're going to take a big hit today because at best, I'll have written 600 words this morning and that can't be allowed to win the damn day,

It just can't so one of you is going to have to step up bigly, as that buffoon says.

But enough about him, this is a blog that doesn't dive deep into politics.

You humans are a little too sensitive for my liking when it comes to politics.

Charles Petrie

Date
01-24-20

Time
10:10-11:59=109 Minutes

Word Count
610

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