Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Billy and Scott.
Subject: Withdrawal
Recap: Tabitha and Billy are Unplugged, spending a week without computers.
“I think I’m going through withdrawal.” Tabitha says, eyeing Sara checking her email on her phone at dinner with Billy, Scott and Ann.
“Not surprised. I checked your Farmville earlier, all your watermelons are rotting away.” Sara teases.
“I miss the cellphone, but I’m doing well. I’ve read a couple of books I wanted to, and haven’t missed doing all those silly things you do on computers that take up time. Following random links people send you that rarely end up being funny, reading webcomics that aren’t funny but are in your feed reader so you feel obligated to clear it out..” Billy notes.
“You _can_ clear out your feed reader of junk you know. I do an audit every couple of months to try to keep the clutter down.” Sara explains.
“I just accumulate everything and have hundreds of unread posts. I add a lot of New York blogs that I want to read and possibility exchange links with, and many of them just suck.” Ann says.
“Delete them! You’d be better off working on the blog site, or the blog itself, than trying to get more links anyway.” Sara says.
“What? Actually write regularly? What kind of writer does that?” Ann replies, sarcastically.
“Why do I always order this? It always sounds good on the menu, and then I taste it and regret it.” Sara complains, pushing her meatloaf around the plate.
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“It’s because they say they cook it with beer. Gets you every time. It’s one of the buzzwords that they use to try to sell food.” Scott explains.
“What really gets me is my memory. We eat here at least once a week, you’d think I’d remember that the meatloaf sucks.” Sara says.
Cindy: “You’re going to hurt the meatloaf’s feelings, insulting it like that.” Cindy says, clearing away some empty plates.
“Another please Cindy.” Scott says, holding up his empty beer glass.
Cindy: “Certainly. You’re going to hurt the meatloaf’s feelings, insulting it like that.” Cindy repeats.
Scott sighs and clarifies. “Another beer for me.”
Cindy: “Coming right up. Are you done with that one?” Cindy asks.
Scott looks down at his empty glass. “No, I think I’ll try to lick the last drops out of this one.”
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Cindy: “Okay.” Cindy says, walking away.
“I think she’s getting worse.” Scott notes.
“Try working with her.” Ann says, shuddering.
