I shouldn't have yelled at them like that. They did rescue me, but I don't want to be just another tool they wanted to get stuff done. I should apologize later. Oh well. I went to my "office" which was just an old room no body wanted so was gracefully bestowed onto me as work piled up. Paper work turned into mountains since I was last here. I'll work on the light stuff first and then go and work on the more physical jobs tomorrow after a little rest.
I pull out my trusty pen and start to writing. They were easy to sort out into groups: Mission reports, sanitary checkups, bills (yes even the tower had bills to pay), maintenance