The powers that be are re-organizing the cube farm here at work. I have to pack up everything in my "office" because it is being enlarged, from 8'x10' to 10'x10', and moved two feet north of its current location. It's a madhouse here. I've got more gew-gaws and electronic equipment in here than Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory. My cube is full of boxes. I've "boxed" myself in. I feel like Fortunato in "The Cask of Amontillado." People with allergies are snorting and sneezing their heads off. Guys with ladders are popping the drop ceiling and pulling network cable. Paperwork is flying. I'm about to shut down my computer. I hope I find everything when they put all this junk back into my "new" cube, two feet north of this location. More, if I survive. Wish me luck.
-
- Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (
montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)
montecristo
Oscar Mike Golf calling Whiskey Tango Foxtrot we've got a Foxtrot Uniform Bravo Alpha Romeo
-
A planet of playthings, we dance on the strings of powers we cannot perceive?
Consider the Simulation Hypothesis. How many people are contemptuously dismissive of "Creation Theory," while at the same time credibly entertain…
-
Weather: 'tis nobler in the mind
It's a cool gray day (44° F) here in Livermore, interspersed with bouts of sunshine this morning. I was sitting in the bedroom, drinking coffee,…
-
There is no half-way to curiosity. That's why it's dangerous.
Why does she call herself a "kept woman" if this flatly contradicts so much of what I know about her and who she really is? Was she making a…
- Post a new comment
- 5 comments
- Post a new comment
- 5 comments
