The week in review
Stunk, man.
Spent most of Saturday moving offices. I was the only one who labeled boxes because this is apparently a new and exciting concept to white collar men. The ones they did label had writing on the top of the box with things like "office" or "L". No, really, on the top of the box. I had to open ... every ... single ... box to determine what went where because they all disappeared when the movers started unloading. So nice!
On Sunday, our network guy was supposed to come out and junk all our computers together. I managed to get out of that one by claiming I lived too far now but I really didn't want to spend all Sunday with the guy (good-looking and all but he was born during Reagan's first term and trying to avoid his traps makes me very uncomfortable, so no.). Didn't matter because he kept calling me with questions (my boss gave him both my mobile and my home number, the bastard), the most important of which was "where is the patch panel." Ummm, isn't it there in the cabinet with the phone lines? You mean AT&T didn't install one with the DSL? AT ALL?! Nope. And it took another three days and countless telephone calls to four different people to finally get one done. For three days, we had no network, no access and could do nothing except place and receive telephone calls. It was the saddest thing ever.
In between, I found that our secretary had gotten uppity. Now that she was on salary, she assumed she would have some say around here. Nope. I was momentarily amused when she came over to me and demanded things "I NEED [something foolish and redundant]. YOU need to talk to these people and tell them I can!" and she pointed to a call on hold. Sorry, but the only thing I NEED to do is stay black and pay taxes and you are not involved in either one of those. She looked all offended when I said that to her too, but it's true. She was being ridiculous. She wised up a little by Thursday. I think she was just drunk on imagined power but I am a benevolent overseer and it became tolerable.
This brings us all to today, Friday, my mother and Satan's birthday (unrelated, just coincidence). My boss ordered new file cabinets to replace the ones in his office but didn't get as far as what to do with the old cabinets. His idea was to get the new-cabinet people to take the old-cabinets. No, dude, it's Staples. We'd be lucky if they even took the cabinets out of the shippers. So he started yelling at me. He likes to do that, yelling. Then he left to have lunch with his wife. So I went into his office and moved the old cabinets out of the way myself, all eighty pounds apiece of them, and appropriated two of them since his were nicer than mine. At least for the time being since I intend to put low bookcases where the file cabinets are now but that's only so I have someplace for actual books (the toys are all in the bookcase and the books are in boxes).
This is not to say that everyone is always mean to me and abusive because they're basically paper tigers. My office is next to the boss' and he had a pane of glass installed between our two offices, like a window. I'm not clear on his aesthetic decision behind this, but I have used it spy on him, via Aaron Kwok.
He's been there all week, taking time out to pose for photos and such. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my home is an Action Man with a built-in camera. I should find him.
Spent most of Saturday moving offices. I was the only one who labeled boxes because this is apparently a new and exciting concept to white collar men. The ones they did label had writing on the top of the box with things like "office" or "L". No, really, on the top of the box. I had to open ... every ... single ... box to determine what went where because they all disappeared when the movers started unloading. So nice!
On Sunday, our network guy was supposed to come out and junk all our computers together. I managed to get out of that one by claiming I lived too far now but I really didn't want to spend all Sunday with the guy (good-looking and all but he was born during Reagan's first term and trying to avoid his traps makes me very uncomfortable, so no.). Didn't matter because he kept calling me with questions (my boss gave him both my mobile and my home number, the bastard), the most important of which was "where is the patch panel." Ummm, isn't it there in the cabinet with the phone lines? You mean AT&T didn't install one with the DSL? AT ALL?! Nope. And it took another three days and countless telephone calls to four different people to finally get one done. For three days, we had no network, no access and could do nothing except place and receive telephone calls. It was the saddest thing ever.
In between, I found that our secretary had gotten uppity. Now that she was on salary, she assumed she would have some say around here. Nope. I was momentarily amused when she came over to me and demanded things "I NEED [something foolish and redundant]. YOU need to talk to these people and tell them I can!" and she pointed to a call on hold. Sorry, but the only thing I NEED to do is stay black and pay taxes and you are not involved in either one of those. She looked all offended when I said that to her too, but it's true. She was being ridiculous. She wised up a little by Thursday. I think she was just drunk on imagined power but I am a benevolent overseer and it became tolerable.
This brings us all to today, Friday, my mother and Satan's birthday (unrelated, just coincidence). My boss ordered new file cabinets to replace the ones in his office but didn't get as far as what to do with the old cabinets. His idea was to get the new-cabinet people to take the old-cabinets. No, dude, it's Staples. We'd be lucky if they even took the cabinets out of the shippers. So he started yelling at me. He likes to do that, yelling. Then he left to have lunch with his wife. So I went into his office and moved the old cabinets out of the way myself, all eighty pounds apiece of them, and appropriated two of them since his were nicer than mine. At least for the time being since I intend to put low bookcases where the file cabinets are now but that's only so I have someplace for actual books (the toys are all in the bookcase and the books are in boxes).
This is not to say that everyone is always mean to me and abusive because they're basically paper tigers. My office is next to the boss' and he had a pane of glass installed between our two offices, like a window. I'm not clear on his aesthetic decision behind this, but I have used it spy on him, via Aaron Kwok.
He's been there all week, taking time out to pose for photos and such. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my home is an Action Man with a built-in camera. I should find him.
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