The cook in our cafeteria at work bears a noticeable resemblance to the Emergency Medical Hologram from Star Trek: Voyager. Every time I walk up to the counter I expect him to say, “Please state the nature of your dietary emergency.”
When your company is on deathwatch it's very difficult to give a fuck about, well, anything work-related. Listening to folks in meetings and on conference calls go on about this or that project; its deadlines, its impact, or how critical it is, I just want to stand up and yell at them, "You're all just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic! It doesn't matter how many partners you set up network connections with, this ship is going down!"
And the response would come back, "No! That's defeatist talk! Things are turning around! Now that we've got this network circuit to our business unit in China, we'll be able to…*glub glub glub*"
In all honesty, though, there is a crucial difference between my company and the Titanic.
The Titanic had an orchestra.
I just got a ticket in our system requesting that a bunch of websites be opened up for unrestricted access for the next two weeks. Stuff like monster.com, job-hunt.org, salary.com…
Sounds like someone got or gave a 2-week notice! I sent the ticket to my boss for a good laugh.
Me: Want a laugh? Check out this ticket requesting some free proxy entries be opened for two weeks.
Boss: I heard
Me: Would it be cruel to call the guy and just giggle at him?
Boss: no tell him to open a (formal change request)
Boss: and then I’ll reject it
I was just driving from one of the outbuildings here at work back to my office, when some Amurrican in a beat up Dodge work truck flipped me off through the windshield as he passed me, presumably because I was driving an Audi in Chrysler Country. The funny thing is, my last four cars have been American, and my last two were Chrysler and Jeep! Of course, Billy Redneck couldn’t know that.
Today I’m out at the Chrysler Proving Grounds in Chelsea, MI for their big press-only Ride & Drive event. I’d never been out here before and it’s pretty damn impressive. I meant to bring the camera, but totally forgot in the rush to get packed last night and drive to the hotel. roadster_guy joined me shortly after I arrived at the hotel, and I left him snoozing away this morning, since I had to meet the others at 5:30, and he’s not scheduled til 8.
The proving grounds themselves are HUUUUGE; I expected maybe just a large test track and a garage, but no. This place covers what seems to be hundreds, if not thousands, of acres and mostly resembles huge tracts of farmland and trees, just like the surrounding area. Various types of roads run everywhere, and the shuttle bus to the main tent crossed over a four-lane highway that took me a few seconds to realize was also part of the proving grounds, and not actually a public highway. It’s very peaceful out here, at least until the journalists (including roadster_guy) arrive. All the rolling fields and stands of trees are covered in a heavy mist, and the isolation makes it very quiet.
The main tent is an enormous steel-framed affair with seating for over 350 people. The restroom trailer looks like a refrigerated truck on the outside, but like the bathroom of an expensive hotel on the inside: faux granite, dark wood, two flushless urinals, and two fully enclosed stalls with their own doors. I’m parked in one corner at the IT table, where there are ten laptops and two printers set up for journalist use. In theory I’m here to make sure everyone can get access to the internet but, since I already made and tested the changes necessary, my day will be spent catching up on some work and surfing.
Zingerman’s is catering the event, and there are endless supplies of all kinds of things I shouldn’t be eating. I’ve already been seduced by a chocolate croissant, and I’ll try real hard to restrain myself throughout the day, but it’s free Zingerman’s. *swoon* I intended to get up early enough to do cardio, shower, and change in time to be in the lobby at 5:30am, but just couldn’t make it. Mungo needs sleep.
And there are cars, and more cars, and MORE cars, and trucks. Entire rows of them lined up for various press types to be impressed by and drive around. Rumor has it that even the lowly IT hacks will get to do some test driving, but Aaron already promised to take me along at some point if I can’t.
Supposedly this will be over at 2, and we’ll be out of here around 3, after which I’m off until Monday because I worked (ha!) four 10s this week due to the summer hours program at work. Unfortunately I’m on call starting tomorrow at 5pm, but I’m not complaining.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it actually feels good to be back in the office, if only for a day. Working from Mom’s and (for the last two days) at home for three weeks was all well and good, but there was no separation between work/home other than just disconnecting from the corporate network. I sat at the computer from 7am to 3-4pm, disconnected, then exercised and took care of Mom. At home I disconnected, exercised, then was back at the computer.
I’m going buggy to get out of the house and GO somewhere, other than trips for food and once to the car dealer. Fortunately we’re headed up north after work to open the beach house prior to the in-laws’ arrival for the summer, and Saturday we’re attending the World Expo of Beer in Frankenmuth. Full reviews of all consumed beer will be provided for mastersergeant and dantzer679. :o)
One of the disadvantages to unloading the PT Cruiser was the loss of preferred parking at work. Non-company branded vehicles have to sit at the back of the bus, so to speak, in the 1/3 of the lot furthest away from the building. Even if I arrive before 7am the closest of those spots have already filled up. *sigh* I’ll just call it extra cardio…
I scheduled a fitness eval at the gym for next Wednesday, to get the final numbers for my bet with Nathan: who could make the most progress in fat loss/muscle building between last September and IML next week. Mungo will win! Bongo will lose! HAHA! Mungo will make Bongo…umm…hmm…Mungo think of something evil later.
Everyone at work is annoying the hell out of me today for some reason. Just the sound of their voices when they ask me a question makes me want to punch them.