Work is slow. It's moving at about the pace of a molasses on a cold day. I suppose I shouldn't really complain. From what I can gather talking to the other people in the office building it's a little bit like an ER. It's either feast or famine. In a way, I guess that I'm glad. It leaves me plenty of time to work on jutsu, seal theory, and, er, get to know my neighbors. Though, I suppose that I shouldn't be so surprised that they aren't happy with me. I did move into a civilian condo complex, afterall. I even got chastised by a lady for the traps on my door (how was I supposed to know that her son was going to come by selling cookies for school and try to open my door when I didn't answer? I mean, the kid is okay. Sure, his hair turned blue, but at least I hadn't bothered with the full set of traps that I use when I'm not in the building. That would've been a disaster). Maybe I should give up the nice neighborhood and move into one of the strictly shinobi sections of the village? Sure, there will likely be more harassment and the stares (really, if one more person addresses me as Yondaime, I think I'll scream and go hide under a rock. I'd love to get there someday, but it is so unnerving to have so many people attributing things to me that I didn't do). But I'll also not have to worry about the hours I keep, the odd noises that can sometimes come from my place, and the traps I put up. I'll think about it.