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Cute British Nerd just stopped by my desk and introduced himself. I have to sit down with him and go over his list of Crazy Nonsensical Computer Things to see if I've already typed them into my magic box. Why would I remember any of what I've typed into my magic box?

Does anyone realize that I don't know anything about computers?

Why are they giving me responsibilities that seem to require that I do?

I can see the conversation now.

"Did you enter these in?"
"Duh... they... all look the same to me."
Awkward pause.
"Are you sure you work here?"

Not to mention that, once again, as I introduced myself, I went through the whole "Hi, I'm Tavie-- uh, Octavia-- uh, whatever" thing. Further Adventures of Super-Incompetent Secret Spy Girl!

Why oh why oh me oh my oh can I not just sit at my little desk and listen to my little Loud Family and type my little bits of information into my little database and promptly forget about them?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:19 AM | shower me with attention