Monday, January 30, 2006
Home Base Updates
Is stapling someone to their rolling office chair considered assault?
At about 12:30pm today, a driver slammed into a telephone/power pole nearby Home Base, blowing up a transformer and leaving about 12 square blocks without power. This 9 story, sealed building is running on generator power, but that's not enough to run the fans needed for ventilation. Only 1/3 of the workstations are functioning.
Lucky me, mine is working fine and Boss Man's is not.
I think I mentioned in the earlier post that Boss Man is high-strung. Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh...........I was being nice when I said that. It's more like insanely hyper high strung with tendency to resemble Nathan Lane's character in The Birdcage. And we've just discovered that on top of the balloon and thunderstorm fears, he's afraid of suffocating in a building with a kadrillion exits. His common sense is telling him that running in and out of my office and jabbering constantly at a very high pitch, will make the power come back on and everything will be allllllll better.
I'm doing my very best to ignore the voice in the back of my mind telling me to trip him. And the one about throwing my orange at his face. I'm afraid that I might lose the battle, however.
When he realized that I still have a working PC, he set up camp in my guest chair and proceeded to have me look up web pages while telling me that I was lucky I can still work. He said this twice before I snapped, albeit nicely.
"I doubt that I'll get any work done, " I said, "when you know everyone without a workstation will be in here momentarily to keep me from it."
Nothing. The slightly passive-aggressive comment sailed right over his head. He chuckled at my obviously clever comment and continued to talk about chicken tenders and convertible tops. Dammit.
"Boss Man, do you want to use my computer since you're going to be in here anyway and it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to get to this stack of work?" I tried again.
Again. Nothing but movie trivia and American Idol talk. Can't-hold-on-much-longer. Time for a new strategy.
"Well, if I can't get anything done, I may as well head home, " I said, while gathering my things. "Tell Big Boss Man that I left, please."
"I'll just let you get back to work," he muttered, on the retreat.
Once alone, I turned back to my keyboard and...........wrote this post. Ha. Sucker.
At about 12:30pm today, a driver slammed into a telephone/power pole nearby Home Base, blowing up a transformer and leaving about 12 square blocks without power. This 9 story, sealed building is running on generator power, but that's not enough to run the fans needed for ventilation. Only 1/3 of the workstations are functioning.
Lucky me, mine is working fine and Boss Man's is not.
I think I mentioned in the earlier post that Boss Man is high-strung. Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh...........I was being nice when I said that. It's more like insanely hyper high strung with tendency to resemble Nathan Lane's character in The Birdcage. And we've just discovered that on top of the balloon and thunderstorm fears, he's afraid of suffocating in a building with a kadrillion exits. His common sense is telling him that running in and out of my office and jabbering constantly at a very high pitch, will make the power come back on and everything will be allllllll better.
I'm doing my very best to ignore the voice in the back of my mind telling me to trip him. And the one about throwing my orange at his face. I'm afraid that I might lose the battle, however.
When he realized that I still have a working PC, he set up camp in my guest chair and proceeded to have me look up web pages while telling me that I was lucky I can still work. He said this twice before I snapped, albeit nicely.
"I doubt that I'll get any work done, " I said, "when you know everyone without a workstation will be in here momentarily to keep me from it."
Nothing. The slightly passive-aggressive comment sailed right over his head. He chuckled at my obviously clever comment and continued to talk about chicken tenders and convertible tops. Dammit.
"Boss Man, do you want to use my computer since you're going to be in here anyway and it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to get to this stack of work?" I tried again.
Again. Nothing but movie trivia and American Idol talk. Can't-hold-on-much-longer. Time for a new strategy.
"Well, if I can't get anything done, I may as well head home, " I said, while gathering my things. "Tell Big Boss Man that I left, please."
"I'll just let you get back to work," he muttered, on the retreat.
Once alone, I turned back to my keyboard and...........wrote this post. Ha. Sucker.
// posted by Backfire aka Plucky @ 1:16 PM 
