(Blue Dwarf) Frank Harris 'It had been one of those days'

(To all new crewmembers, Harris is nasty sod with a short temper with a disliking for holograms. His bite is far worse then his bark, no one has managed to push the right buttons yet. The bit about his breath is right since he is always chewing gum)
Blue Dwarf
Security office
Harris sat behind his desk looking over the latest security report he had typed up.
'Security report
Major Frank Harris
To hell with the date
Blue Dwarf was invaded by five polymorphs that were brought aboard during an away mission answering the SOS of an unidentified ship. No crew was found and files recovered from the ship do not state what happened to the crew.
These polymorphs attacked and removed the emotions by number of the crew including Captain Cannon, Commander Nipels, Major Harris, Lt. Smegg and a number of security officers. The true amount of damage is unknown but for a number of security officers that were killed when the polymorphs merged into one large creature. With the death of the creature all emotions were returned to their owners.
Harris out'
Harris leaned back in his chair. He had finally managed to atop of the paperwork and apart from picking up a few new crewmembers and ditching the Gelf, since he had decided to leave the ship after Bob's attack, at the Proxima Orbital poultry factory, there was nothing really going on.
Harris thoughts began to wonder and quickly turned to doing nasty things to Smegg. How the hell does someone only nineteen get to be an engineering chief with the rank of ulieutenant, Bloody snot. It took Harris three and half years in the active six years of his career to get to the rank of lieutenant. The four inactive years of his career was either spent in a prison scaring the hell out of the guards and fellow inmates or having shrinks picking through his brain.
"Jill." Harris called.
"What's up, Danny?" Jill asked when she appeared on screen.
"Is there anything on the crewmembers we're picking up in the mainframe?" Harris demanded.
"Sorry Dave, there's nothing on the new crewmembers." Jill answered. "If they were stationed at the Proxima Orbital poultry factory we could have requested their information."
"But they're not." Harris commented. "Jill?"
"Yes, Darren?" Jill asked.
"When you made my appointment with the ship's councillor why did you put 'from the PA of Frank Harris'?" Harris demanded to know.
"Well that's what I am." Jill explained. "You personal assistant."
"Just don't do it again." Harris told her. "Last thing I need is someone finding out about you!"
"Lt. Smegg knows about me." Jill told the Major.
"Alright then, 'someone else' finding out about you!" Harris snapped.
"Anything else?" Jill asked.
"Yea, make me another appointment with the councillor!" Harris ordered.
Elsewhere
Lloyd looked down at the bucket of skinned spuds and then she looked up at the mountain of spuds still yet to be skinned. What did she do to deserve this, she accidentally blow up the Commander's favourite restaurant.
It'll be weeks before she was done through skinning the lot and she commented. "Ah, hell!"
After she was done with duty, this would be her idea of hell.