Framingo
DiceGimp is getting on my nips.
Or rather, he has been almost from the start, and it's probably not even his fault.
He reminds me of bits and pieces of lots of people I know, all rolled into one. Except that in his case, it's all the bits I find most irritating. So it's not like we have a good starting point.
Add to that that he likes to call me on the phone I use to receive alarm calls to tell me that McDonalds is open (I don't eat at McDonalds), or that he saw a bird, or other such mundane matters.
I should mention here that I loathe talking on the phone, especially cell phones. They make my head hot.
Also, he can drone on and on repeating himself as he explains each thought process that he went through in his decision to call me. That McDonalds call? That took close to fifteen minutes, and that's all it was about.
He also is moving into my general neighbourhood, and so we often end up taking the same train at night. He also waits for me after work (those bike patrol guys start packing up their junk well before their shift is over, and are often out the door before 0800 rolls around. I take longer) so we can head home together.
Call me antisocial, but I like a certain division between work and the rest of my life. I prefer to read or even possibly snatch a bit of quiet rest on the ride to work, and I definitely like to read on the way home. Can't do that when you've got someone detailing the specifics of his 1500-strong horde army of ratman from the game of Warhammer 40k. And there's no derailing him either.
He also doesn't seem to get that if he's lonely and in the front lobby, and he can't see me in my office/reception, then I'M ON PATROL AND DON'T NEED TO HEAR FROM HIM!
Seriously, most of security is a joke, but how am I supposed to be paying attention to what's going on around me if I've got a cell phone glued to my ear? Maybe if I had bionic ears and could hear an asthmatic beetle climbing the wall on level five I could properly patrol and carry on a conversation, but until that happy day.... leave me alone!
Okay, maybe the heat's making me grumpy. And speaking of grumpy...
Buffalo Kisser is pissed off at me. Has been for a couple of weeks. Nobody knows why.
He won't talk to me, he'll avoid the communal tea time, he'll constantly bombard whichever guard I'm with at tea time with radio calls from the lobby about where they are, what they're doing, don't talk so loud... etc. Just a sort of general being-a-dickness.
He's also been making puppies in a big way - lots of sleeping at work, working out in an exercise room (that'll cost his job if the client finds out), and whenever an alarm comes in, or there's someone to deal with, or phone... he'll slough it off on the Romanian, or DiceGimp. They're both getting irritated with him too, they tell me.
The site I work at has formally been transfered to the new owners. The employees finally know what's going to happen to them, right? Wrong. The day came and went with no obvious change. The following day there was a conference call that anybody could listen to where the president of the acquiring company did a little rah-rah speech, but there was no actual information. Apparently all of that will come in mid-June. Sigh.
On the other hand, all of the executives (vice presidents for the most part, and their assistants) are now gone. There were sixteen people like that altogether, and according to someone I know in the Finance section, it was worth 21 million or so. One particular VP (who was really good at what he did, I have to admit) walked away with a cool 1.6 million. That's on top of pension. Not too shabby, eh? It's been described by some of the payees as winning the lottery.
And now, for some links I've found in my list that you'll probably never click on:
Look! A cat massages a dog! How come nobody will massage me? :(
And from the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, the version of the roast of Dubya you probably didn't hear.
Team Toxic Bass cranks it. I think they broke some of my plates. :P
Not that everybody didn't hear all of these cliches about the men's room back when faxing sheets of jokes was all the rage, but here's a flash of the same thing.
I just caught this in passing, and haven't really followed up on it, but I dig it if it's true: New fuel cell opens way for artificial hearts. Basically it uses some unidentified (in the article) vitamine K3 substance to draw electrons away from glucose and provide a trickle of power. Science is neat!
In my heart, I dance like this. But in reality, I dance like this. :(
Sure it's tardy, but just in case you still didn't understand about the stv voting system, here's a flash that explains it. Cartoons will lead the way!
Toddler rescued from toy vending machine. Money quote: "James mother says he has done things like this before, like climbing out of his playpen, doors and even out of windows."
Do I even need to comment on that?
You know, I've got shitloads of old SoundBlasters sitting in a box somewhere. And I certainly don't have a project going on right now. Maybe I'll go MIDIbox FM with them. It's not like they're doing me much good as they are now!
Shit, my secret for reading minds is out. Ah well, maybe I can surf the forefront for a while on my years of experience before everybody catches up. ;)
Dual Core for the masses. Must...not...upgrade...needlessly...
I just heard about this the other day. Junior Allen is out on parole, after thirty-some years in prison in North Carolina. He's sixty-five. His crime?
He stole a $140 tv set from an old woman in 1970. Dear Lord.
And finally, bringing this silly list of links to an end, Cuba develops a new cholera vaccine. I bet you'll be reading from US-inspired sources that it's dangerous and causes cholera, or that the standards on production are sloppy, or some such.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head into the shower to cool off and get ready for Day 14 of work. Clearly I love my job, but not as much as the people who work at the inspiration for today's blog title. ;)
Or rather, he has been almost from the start, and it's probably not even his fault.
He reminds me of bits and pieces of lots of people I know, all rolled into one. Except that in his case, it's all the bits I find most irritating. So it's not like we have a good starting point.
Add to that that he likes to call me on the phone I use to receive alarm calls to tell me that McDonalds is open (I don't eat at McDonalds), or that he saw a bird, or other such mundane matters.
I should mention here that I loathe talking on the phone, especially cell phones. They make my head hot.
Also, he can drone on and on repeating himself as he explains each thought process that he went through in his decision to call me. That McDonalds call? That took close to fifteen minutes, and that's all it was about.
He also is moving into my general neighbourhood, and so we often end up taking the same train at night. He also waits for me after work (those bike patrol guys start packing up their junk well before their shift is over, and are often out the door before 0800 rolls around. I take longer) so we can head home together.
Call me antisocial, but I like a certain division between work and the rest of my life. I prefer to read or even possibly snatch a bit of quiet rest on the ride to work, and I definitely like to read on the way home. Can't do that when you've got someone detailing the specifics of his 1500-strong horde army of ratman from the game of Warhammer 40k. And there's no derailing him either.
He also doesn't seem to get that if he's lonely and in the front lobby, and he can't see me in my office/reception, then I'M ON PATROL AND DON'T NEED TO HEAR FROM HIM!
Seriously, most of security is a joke, but how am I supposed to be paying attention to what's going on around me if I've got a cell phone glued to my ear? Maybe if I had bionic ears and could hear an asthmatic beetle climbing the wall on level five I could properly patrol and carry on a conversation, but until that happy day.... leave me alone!
Okay, maybe the heat's making me grumpy. And speaking of grumpy...
Buffalo Kisser is pissed off at me. Has been for a couple of weeks. Nobody knows why.
He won't talk to me, he'll avoid the communal tea time, he'll constantly bombard whichever guard I'm with at tea time with radio calls from the lobby about where they are, what they're doing, don't talk so loud... etc. Just a sort of general being-a-dickness.
He's also been making puppies in a big way - lots of sleeping at work, working out in an exercise room (that'll cost his job if the client finds out), and whenever an alarm comes in, or there's someone to deal with, or phone... he'll slough it off on the Romanian, or DiceGimp. They're both getting irritated with him too, they tell me.
The site I work at has formally been transfered to the new owners. The employees finally know what's going to happen to them, right? Wrong. The day came and went with no obvious change. The following day there was a conference call that anybody could listen to where the president of the acquiring company did a little rah-rah speech, but there was no actual information. Apparently all of that will come in mid-June. Sigh.
On the other hand, all of the executives (vice presidents for the most part, and their assistants) are now gone. There were sixteen people like that altogether, and according to someone I know in the Finance section, it was worth 21 million or so. One particular VP (who was really good at what he did, I have to admit) walked away with a cool 1.6 million. That's on top of pension. Not too shabby, eh? It's been described by some of the payees as winning the lottery.
And now, for some links I've found in my list that you'll probably never click on:
Look! A cat massages a dog! How come nobody will massage me? :(
And from the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, the version of the roast of Dubya you probably didn't hear.
Team Toxic Bass cranks it. I think they broke some of my plates. :P
Not that everybody didn't hear all of these cliches about the men's room back when faxing sheets of jokes was all the rage, but here's a flash of the same thing.
I just caught this in passing, and haven't really followed up on it, but I dig it if it's true: New fuel cell opens way for artificial hearts. Basically it uses some unidentified (in the article) vitamine K3 substance to draw electrons away from glucose and provide a trickle of power. Science is neat!
In my heart, I dance like this. But in reality, I dance like this. :(
Sure it's tardy, but just in case you still didn't understand about the stv voting system, here's a flash that explains it. Cartoons will lead the way!
Toddler rescued from toy vending machine. Money quote: "James mother says he has done things like this before, like climbing out of his playpen, doors and even out of windows."
Do I even need to comment on that?
You know, I've got shitloads of old SoundBlasters sitting in a box somewhere. And I certainly don't have a project going on right now. Maybe I'll go MIDIbox FM with them. It's not like they're doing me much good as they are now!
Shit, my secret for reading minds is out. Ah well, maybe I can surf the forefront for a while on my years of experience before everybody catches up. ;)
Dual Core for the masses. Must...not...upgrade...needlessly...
I just heard about this the other day. Junior Allen is out on parole, after thirty-some years in prison in North Carolina. He's sixty-five. His crime?
He stole a $140 tv set from an old woman in 1970. Dear Lord.
And finally, bringing this silly list of links to an end, Cuba develops a new cholera vaccine. I bet you'll be reading from US-inspired sources that it's dangerous and causes cholera, or that the standards on production are sloppy, or some such.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head into the shower to cool off and get ready for Day 14 of work. Clearly I love my job, but not as much as the people who work at the inspiration for today's blog title. ;)
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