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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="../assets/xml/rss.xsl" media="all"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Tritium's Bedroom (Posts about on-call)</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/</link><description></description><atom:link rel="self" href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/categories/on-call.xml" type="application/rss+xml"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2017 18:53:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Nikola (getnikola.com)</generator><docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs><item><title>On Call, Part 5</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-5.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cool breeze flowed up the inside of Taylor’s robe and tickled her loins.
She shivered and pulled the robe tighter.  She flicked her cigarette butt off
the balcony and watched it drop the seven stories to the ground while lighting
a second cigarette.  She grinned at her victory – she had successfully lit one
cigarette before the other hit the ground.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come to bed.”  Alexis said.  She stood in the sliding glass door – the only
window in the apartment – hugging herself to keep warm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taylor shook her head without looking at Alexis and pointed to the small patio
table with an open bottle of whiskey.  Alexis rolled her eyes and stepped out
onto the cold balcony.  She poured herself a shot and capped the bottle.  She
coughed several times from the alcohol burning the back of her throat.  “What
the hell is this, paint thinner?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Pretty much.”  Taylor said.  She grabbed the bottle from the table and took a
long swig.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-5.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>on-call</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-5.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2016 21:00:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>On Call, Part 4</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-4.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”  Taylor crawled off of the lumpy futon
mattress and clawed her way to the desk phone.  The pulled the handset off the
receiver by the cord, which caused it to bounce off her head in a painful thud.
She rubbed her head and winced while answering the call.  “Operations.”  Taylor
sighed.  “No that server is down until Monday.  …No, I can’t transfer you to my
supervisor; she will be in on Monday.  …You can file a complaint with the
operations department, when it opens on Monday.  …Yes, I know exactly who you
are – a salesman who can’t remember their client’s names.”  Taylor pulled the
receiver off the desk to hang up the call.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taylor laid on the floor, her eyes closed and her body threatened to fall back
asleep.  She pulled herself up, sat against the side of the desk, and took a
second to look herself and her girlfriend over.  Taylor was completely nude
save for a pair of chained together ankle cuffs.  Alexis was still asleep.  The
kitty ear headband had fallen off her head, and Nicole had graciously removed
the tail plug before she left.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-4.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>on-call</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-4.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2016 08:17:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>On Call, Part 3</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-3.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What do we actually do all weekend?” Alexis asked, as she spun in her chair.
The cage was as loud and inhospitable as it ever was, but Alexis could tune it
out better than Taylor did.  She had a laptop laid out on the desk, ostensibly
so she could do her support job, but no one was going to call in on a weekend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Taylor sat on the other side of the desk, her forehead resting against the
desk.  “We try not to go slowly insane waiting for something in the racks to
explode.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-3.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>on-call</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-3.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2016 07:44:34 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>On Call, Part 2</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-2.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexis looked between the phone and her girlfriend. “What the hell were
you thinking?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To Taylor’s surprise, Alexis didn’t sound angry. “I don’t know, I don’t
think I was thinking.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alexis rolled her eyes and scrolled through the photos that Taylor’s
boss had sent her. The phone chirped with another incoming MMS. “She
keeps sending more. How many did she take?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-2.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>on-call</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-2.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2016 21:08:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>On Call, Part 1</title><link>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-1.html</link><dc:creator>Tritium</dc:creator><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hum was incessant and deafening.  Taylor hated everything about on-call
duty.  She hated sleeping in the cage, she hated being tied to the room, and
most importantly, she hated that she lost her weekends to it.  The only
possible upside could be she was totally alone in the building.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Half an hour after the ops team left that day, she turned off the alarm on the
emergency exit, and stepped outside for cigarette.  “Remind me why I applied to
work here?”  She sent a text to her girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-1.html"&gt;Read more…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><category>on-call</category><guid>https://www.asstr.org/~Tritium/shorts/on-call-part-1.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2016 18:48:33 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>