Sunday
Samantha came to work today ABSOLUTELY distraught. Of course, any serious thought of work was out of the question. As I sat with her for most of the day doing my best to comfort and keep her company, she was more concerned for me and my welfare. On numerous occasions she kept telling me that she had no wish to occupy my value time. But, since she hardly could put two and two together, I could by no means leave her could I?!
That's just the sort of person she is, completely selfless. A fricking role model such as Mother Tesla, or something of the kind. I assured her though, most emphatically, that since Daniel was nowhere in sight on this particularly fine day, I was all hers. At least I imagined that is was fine. The weather channel seems to be the only channel I can't tune into on my television for some odd reason. I suppose being cooped up a million miles underground with the primary operation on other planets, makes knowing the weather rather redundant. It is not as it is mentioned a lot. However, if this is a consequence of not having a weather channel is difficult to say.
Anyway, back to Samantha. I assumed by the end if the day that she had had an altercation of sorts with General O'Neill. About what though, she was very tight-lipped. (On the subject of lips, Daniel's are very nice=) I tried every interrogation technique I know without any greater success. Luckily though, my mere presence seemed to have had a positive influence on her resilient nature and she let slip in a moment of weakness that it had been about fish, the argument with the general that is. In what capacity however, I am unable to say.
Personally, I see no reason why fish would be an unwelcome subject. I enjoy fish; as long as they do not try chatting you up before you are supposed to eat them. I have found that such conversations not only dampen one's spirit but also cause you to completely lose any appetite. I have to say though, that those fishy types on the fourth moon in the Chritonia system are excellent conversationalists. They could probably talk themselves out of any type of situation, even getting cooked. But that is a whole different story.
By the end of the day, Samantha had grown increasingly agitated and I do not think that the general is in for a particularly quiet evening. I did my best though, as I told Samantha when I walked her to the elevator, I need no thanks. What are friends for?!