<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Warringer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/warringer/</link><description>Recent content in Warringer on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/warringer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Day at the Job</title><link>/stories/2010/02/04/a-day-at-the-job/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/04/a-day-at-the-job/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Alex ran a hand through her short hair as she stepped out of the bathroom. Stretching a few times she smirked at Steven, who waited for her, smirking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ready for your 96 hour shift?&amp;rdquo; he wondered and Alex chuckled lightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;As ready as I will ever be,&amp;rdquo; she noted and eyed her work equipment lying on a table. As far as she could tell, everything was there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good, because one of the guests had booked you for the next 48 hours.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>