Category — Drawing on Walls

Man, this day has been so totally not that bad. The woman in the adjacent cubicle took the day off. So, by roughly 9:30, I had done almost all of the work to meet my newly implemented quota. After that, I did nothing but work on my story all day. And, yes, spending the entire day putting all time and energy into one small part of one story does seem tedious, but it was actually rather enjoyable. And to be honest, it probably could have gotten done somewhat faster if I hadn’t been so damn tired today. Don’t know what that’s about.

Also, I finally managed to beat the newly installed sauna at the office and wore appropriate layers. When it got a super kind of hot in there, I just went sleeveless. Dress code or not, it sure was considerably more comfy than almost passing out due to the heat.

And I had edamame for lunch! Num, num, num.

Recently the TSA told a woman who was attempting to PTSWWNR (Pass through security while wearing nipple rings) that she would have to remove them to go through. On their behalf, they did provide her with pliers. She sued (of course) and so a statement had to be released.

For those of you who have nipple rings and would really like to PTSWWNR, here is what the TSA had to say about the situation. Apparently, you will be allowed to pass without nipple ring removal. All you have to do is consent to a visual inspection of said rings.

Oh TSA workers, you lonely, horny, pathetic schmucks.

I would really like to be a kinder employee. I would like to ask for time off when I know that I plan to take time off, because it’s the nice, polite thing to do. However, asking for time off puts you in a dangerous position. You see, when you ask, it gives someone the option of saying no, and a no can really fuck up the best plans.

This isn’t to say I have never asked for a day off work. I’ve asked for numerous days off during my illustrious career of doing as little as possible while simultaneously taking as much money as I can get. I have even had days approved.

But the fact holds, when it really really matters, I never ask.

Nothing pisses me off quite as fully as reading the quote by a group of ten employees from a company who went in together and purchased a winning lottery ticket stating that they are going to stay at their jobs. If they were planning to stay at their jobs regardless of the outcome, why the fuck were they playing the lottery?

You see, lottery money should go to someone who is hoping to give their job the ultimate flip-off, not to a bunch of douches who are now extraordinarily wealthy, but still want to work.

And in an economy like ours is right now, with unemployment up, up, up, and opportunity down, down, down, there is a line of people queued up for these jobs. Even if you really like your job, why take the employment you don’t need? You will still be a douche for jonesing to work, but you could at least be a decent human being and step aside.

So, I am sitting here, listening to one side of a phone conversation. As often happens between the people involved, the call has dissolved into computer tech support. And it’s not like, “My hard drive crashed. Can you help me?” kind of tech support.

Here’s a snippet I just heard.

“Open another window.”

(mumbled cell phone voice)

“No. What you have open on the screen right now, you’re Explorer? That’s called a window. Leave that one open and open another one.”

Yes, it was said with a very much deserved amusement in the voice.