The trenches just keep getting trenchier
Jul. 30th, 2009 10:11 pmAt one point at work today, I stood up at my cubicle and addressed the room. "Okay, question for you all: Would you agree that a guy who is having the operator put through a pay phone call for $2.75 and paying for it entirely in nickels eligible for a gangland beatdown? Yes? No? Show of hands?" (And by the way, no, a pay phone coin reader will not hold 55 nickels, which is why the guy only got about 20 of 'em in before the phone started rejecting them, which did not in any way dissuade him from continuing to drop the @$#*ers in. Listening to this process is an activity I recommend for those who get overstimulated by croquet, folding laundry and C-SPAN broadcasts.)
Lest you think this sort of talk from me labels me as some sort of lone-wolf loose-cannon-in-progress cheese log—and if you, do, know that you're in good company, mostly consisting of my coworkers—then you should know just how bored we all are, every one of us. Today, someone noticed a guy in a green shirt walking repeatedly up and down the crosswalk outside our building. It was quickly determined that he was a plainclothes police officer who was crossing back and forth right by the "Yield for Pedestrians—IT'S THE LAW" sign, in the hopes that someone wouldn't let him cross; those who failed would get flagged down by the squad cars at either end of the block. Lemme tell you, you'd think the guy was a one-man Mardi Gras parade, because we had operators lined up at the windows for an hour, watching him in action and cheering when he nailed somebody. I was waiting for people to start holding up scorecards.
Tomorrow, it's more work, but before that, we're taking the kidlings down to Crandall Public Library, where
botia will be presenting a reptile show, which the wee ones are majorly looking forward to. Should be fun! I'll see if I can get someone to take a few pictures.
Lest you think this sort of talk from me labels me as some sort of lone-wolf loose-cannon-in-progress cheese log—and if you, do, know that you're in good company, mostly consisting of my coworkers—then you should know just how bored we all are, every one of us. Today, someone noticed a guy in a green shirt walking repeatedly up and down the crosswalk outside our building. It was quickly determined that he was a plainclothes police officer who was crossing back and forth right by the "Yield for Pedestrians—IT'S THE LAW" sign, in the hopes that someone wouldn't let him cross; those who failed would get flagged down by the squad cars at either end of the block. Lemme tell you, you'd think the guy was a one-man Mardi Gras parade, because we had operators lined up at the windows for an hour, watching him in action and cheering when he nailed somebody. I was waiting for people to start holding up scorecards.
Tomorrow, it's more work, but before that, we're taking the kidlings down to Crandall Public Library, where
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Date: 2009-07-31 10:17 am (UTC)Also wanna do lunch w/ me btween shows one and two?