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.
- This is a Chinese Fire drill. Repeat: this is a Chinese Fire drill. All personnel report to
battle stationstheir cubesfor immediate disintegrationand start packing.
Oscar Mike Golf calling Whiskey Tango Foxtrot we've got a Foxtrot Uniform Bravo Alpha Romeo
November 16th, 2004
Roughly as crazy as my recent situation: I finally got moved out of the cave they had me locked in, to a place where I can actually see the sun. I resigned two days later.
Yeah.
The fact that I have a pilot in the family made that entire Title the best one ever.
LIMA OSCAR LIMA! LIMA MIKE ALPHA OSCAR!
:-)
"roll over, roll over"
So they all rolled over and one fell out
And that's when the little one started to shout
There were nine in the bed and the little one said...