Ruminations before work

I didn't do anything on my day off, other than laundry and clean up a bit. Should I be liking the smell of this orange cleaner this much?

Whales are jerks.

Pulled from Yahoo! News:

D.A. Confronts 'Jury Pool From Hell'

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - Defense attorney Leslie Ballin called it the "jury pool from hell." The group of prospective jurors was summoned to listen to a case of Tennessee trailer park violence. Right after jury selection began last week, one man got up and left, announcing, "I'm on morphine and I'm higher than a kite."

When the prosecutor asked if anyone had been convicted of a crime, a prospective juror said that he had been arrested and taken to a mental hospital after he almost shot his nephew. He said he was provoked because his nephew just would not come out from under the bed.

Another would-be juror said he had had alcohol problems and was arrested for soliciting sex from an undercover officer. "I should have known something was up," he said. "She had all her teeth."

Another prospect volunteered he probably should not be on the jury: "In my neighborhood, everyone knows that if you get Mr. Ballin (as your lawyer), you're probably guilty." He was not chosen.

The case involved a woman accused of hitting her brother's girlfriend in the face with a brick. Ballin's client was found not guilty.

Some people claim to respect individuality, but then don't like it when the manifestation of it results in you doing something they don't like, even though it doesn't cost them anything.

I'd also like to add that my brain hurts at trying to understand a way of thinking that would have someone who's almost thirty, with multiple degrees, a high intelligence, fairly good social skills, multiple spoken languages, well travelled, compassionate, and caring be considered a child, but someone still in high school that gets married is considered an adult. I've been thinking about this for days.

Will Ferrell in White House West.

Oh, that tsunami was no tragedy. Thanks for letting us know, Michael Savage.

Internet Help Desk. Lord knows I've had conversations like this over the phone. And over icq.

Money quote: "We got a serious twelve o'clock flasher here."

As I was leaving work on Friday morning, a guy from Price Waterhouse Cooper that I've been letting into the building this week, was outside drinking his coffee. He's a really nice guy, but he has the unfortunate habit of showing up about half an hour before he's supposed to, and is stuck cooling his heels until the rest of his group arrives and someone takes them up to the room they've been using.

So I just let him up there, turn on the lights and some music, and give him unsupervised access to the doughnuts. No biggie.

Anyway, that morning he was inclined to wait for them, so we shot the shit for a few minutes.

I was already out of my uniform, so I was slightly impressed that he recognised me. Most people identify with a uniform rather than the person in it. Anyway, we talked about his work, he asked some questions about security, and then said "You should come work for us." as his manager/boss/supervisor/team leader and the rest of his crew rolled up. "Let me introduce you to someone."

Er...

So he introduces me to a distinguished looking guy with just a touch of silver at his temples and a suit that looks (even to my fashion-impared senses) like it cost more than my annual wage.

We shake hands and say hello, and my friend talks about me to this guy for a minute or so. The distinguished looking guy says "He's right, you're the kind of person we like to have back at the office."

What could I say? This: "Oh, do you need some heavy lifting done?"

My friend's face blanches. There's no expression on the face of the distinguished looking guy. "Well, we should be heading in. Nice to meet you."

And off they all go.

Who knew that accountants have no sense of humour? :P

My S/S is trying to get the bike patrol guys from the other company in trouble with the management company that's hired them. He's mentioned to me before that he wants our company (and thus him, as big cheese for the site) to get the contract for all of the surrounding buildings.

So he phones up the bike guy that's on while he's on, and asks where he is. Then he always tries to get him into our cafeteria and take breaks and just sit around... so he can report it to the management company that keeps an office at my site.

Fortunately, the bike patrol guy he's been working on is well aware of this, and specifically doesn't rise to the bait. ;)

There's another guy at the site (works for the site, not for security) that's a great friend of my S/S. But sometimes he works late, and when I'm around he complains and makes fun of him. Tells me that nobody at the site likes my S/S, and they all think this and that. He drops tidbits for me that are as plain as day. Is this some sort of spying engaged by my S/S to see what people say about him?

You know how I mentioned a while back that my S/S leaves the site to go eat dinner, for hours at a time? He does it with this guy. This guy also tells me that my S/S stops watching tv in the conference room about 45 minutes before I get there, just so he doesn't get caught. He's also taken to deadbolting the door and watching the screen with the lights out. Apparently he's unaware that people outside can still hear the tv, and see the flickering light from under the door.

I suggested to the guy telling me all of this that if it really bothers him, he should wedge a broom or chair through the handles of the doors leading to that room, and leave the S/S there for me to find. Let him explain that away. ;)

Oh, and I think I must have finally figured the site out now, since my S/S was complaining that there was catered food brought in, but nothing left for him. After he left, I found it. Sandwiches and veggies. Mmmmm!

Found some doughnuts too, for a few days running. ;)

Note that this is food that gets tossed out in the early morning when the cleaning crew does their rounds. I'm not ripping anything off. :)

Have I given everybody enough time to practice their HL2? How about a couple more weeks? :)

I'm going to go take that advice that I took last time I had a day off, and watch the movie called "I bet so-and-so would suggest I have a nap instead". And then go to work. Ciao!