Daily Archives: April 12, 2005

work

Iron, sugar or wood would be appropriate. All three would be fine.

Today was my 6th anniversary at my P.O.E. Six years I’ve worked in the same building, same secure parking garage. This morning I pull up to the security gate, lower my power window and fish my badge out from its cubby hole in the dash, thrust out my hand and THWACK! I hit glass. I furrowed my brow and thought, that can’t be, I pressed the window button, I heard it go down, I hear the outside right now! And looking at the window I thrust my hand out again and hit glass. Once wasn’t enough to make me believe that I had rolled down the rear driver’s side window. So, rectified that, reached out, held my badge up to the security box – nothing. I did it again, and again. I swiped two or three more times, and someone pulled up behind me, my co-worker M-roo. I made the international waving gesture of “I don’t know! It no working!” Wagging my card back and forth. She got out of her car, with her badge, and said, “let me try mine.”

She held hers up against the scanner, and the gate opened. Like magic. Or, actually, just like it always does when you swipe your badge across the scanner. Instead of the intercom speaker, like I had just done. About seven times. “I don’t understand!! Why isn’t it working! What’s wrong!”

guh.

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Please keep your hands outside the car at all times, baby!



See what amusement park ride you are.

From Judes.

My uncle and I are going to go on a roller coaster tour of the US, someday. Canada too. It’s going to be called the Big Ass Roller-coaster Fun Fest. AKA: BARFF. No barfers allowed. We are going to have t-shirts with the sign safety man, leaning over a garbage can, with the big red circle/slash thingy. We are going to rent a winnebego, and my aunt is allowed to come because she is going to cook for us. It’s going to be awesome!!

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Amelia, work

You also learned that I have twice your upper body strength, so shut your pie hole.

I’m in a baaaaad mood. Really wrath of god type bad, you know what I’m saying? Sure you do. In my new location, at my Place Of Employment, my dept. butts up against another department now. And right behind my little pod is someone notorious for the volume of his phone voice. and he is on the phone ALL DAY LONG. We shall call him Monkee. The people in Monkee’s dept. have relegated him to his current position because it is as far away from them as possible. The problem is, that current position is near me. Management, on my side, is unsure they can do anything about this. I am totally sure I can do something about it. If given permission. Right now, I’m going all laissez faire about it. It’s not my place. But, if there is nothing we can do about it, I don’t think it is out of line to go over there and tell him to STICK IT IN HIS PIE HOLE if I can still hear him above the music playing in my headphones. Is there? No. Politely of course. The whole reason we sit in cubes, instead of offices is because “we” [and by we I mean not actually us] consider the interaction valuable, a certain kind of knowledge gained by osmosis. Which may have been true, back in the day, when we were all phone techs and needed immediate reaction/help. But now, not so much. And if one has to wear headphones all day to block out Monkees, well then, the point is moot, is it not? Not that there are enough offices for us. It’s kinda too late for that. And I am really disappointed and sulky about that. Because I wanted really tall walls, up to the ceiling. And a door. More than anything else. Instead, I get Monkee.

No, seriously, I should be able to go over and request he lower his phone voice. Right? Seriously. [stickitinhispiehole]

On the positive side, I currently have this poster in my cube. We had a collection of them lining the walls in our old space. No one really knew where they came from, or who they belonged to. So we sort, quietly, appropriated the ones we wanted for our cubes when we moved. She’s not in mint condition, but she sells for $250 on the web. So it’s pretty cool. I’m digging Amelia.

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