This has been a weird week. Work was canceled on Monday due to an electrical fire in an underground cable running through Backbay in downtown Boston, which caused smoke and smoldering flames to burn out through a string of manholes. Wednesday is a half day, and everyone has been planning around it being a half day. Thursday is Thanksgiving and we have "Black" Friday off, then the weekend, and then I have Monday off to move into our new apartment. Because this week can barely be said to exist, everyone seemed to be trying to cram a whole week's worth of work into a single day. To top it all off, the other old retard was working the morning shift instead of the usual old retard. He's even worse; one of them is terrified of getting in trouble, of getting caught making mistakes. The other one couldn't care less. He's copletely absolved himself of any and all responsibility to ever succeed at anything ever. One is incapable of doing the simplest thing, and the other has long since given up on bothering to care.