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[didorothy]

[sitting at a desk in the middle of the Astral Plane, working on his paperwork like a good little nancy boy. And, like a good little nancy boy, he's listening to a broadway musical. On the glasses Fumie gave him, to be specific.

In fact, he's singing along to one. Yes indeed, Sam's singing "If You Were Gay."]

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[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

I'm an inspector.

[didorothy]

What does that entail? Aside from the obvious 'inspecting.'

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino is not stupid, he choose a job that he at least knew something about]Going around making sure business are following health and safety guidelines, writing up reports, checking to make sure accidents are the results of business not following the guidelines...that sort of stuff. It really doesn't make me popular with some people though.

[didorothy]

A lot of paperwork?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sometimes. [Dino is used to paper work. He has to read reports and kept up to date on what's going on with his men] It depends on how busy things are.

[didorothy]

And you enjoy it?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Not really. I just try to forget about paperwork when I'm not working.

[didorothy]

Maybe you should look into something else.