Last week, Mike was in town to audition for a college. It turns out you don’t really need an audience for that, so I had a chance to walk around downtown on a weekday. Sometimes, I think that whole job thing is hyped up way to much. (And most days I’m really thankful I still have my job.)
I did enjoy walking around during business hours just to get a chance to see the city look like a city and not a bunch of tall buildings with some weekend tourist types.
I’m pretty sure that the train wasn’t moving more than about 15mph at the most, but it was enough to slow down the shutter enough to give it a good motion blur.
There are several older men in my workplace who wear jeans to work on every Friday.
Our company does not have a casual Friday policy.
These men consider themselves rebels. As of late, they are becoming a little more daring – they used to wear black or very dark blue jeans. Now they are getting lighter blue every week. I think I even saw one with the stonewashed pre-ripped trendy style. They like to talk about how they work so hard, they are going to wear jeans regardless of what management thinks about it. I understand the desire to be comfortable in the work place, but I don’t agree with the notion that by wearing jeans I would be standing up for the little guy against corporate America. Corporate America is signing my paycheck.
I hate to break it to them – the CEO sitting in his plush office is still going to get his stock options and healthy compensation regardless if they wear jeans or not. He could probably really care less.
The last time the CEO visited, no one wore jeans.
Rebels.
The office I work in was a touch on the quite side today (except for SprinterGuy). Everyone one took the whole Easter Friday thing to heart and decided to stay away or leave early. I attribute this to the fact this has been the week from hell for four days.
There is a guy in our office who is in charge of all official documents, and with the way our project goes, this really doesn’t involve a whole lot of work. You can usually find him arriving 15 minutes late and leaving 15 minutes early – except when we get a package ready to submit to a client. Then he gets to scan and file all official paper work, which probably amounts to several medium sized trees, depending on the efficiency of the paper-making process.
I’ve learned engineers are notorious for meeting deadlines as close to the deadline as possible, which doesn’t leave the person in charge of the paperwork a lot of time to collect the signatures he need – thus the creation of SprinterGuy.
Literally.
He was sprinting down the hallways from office to office at various times this morning, posing a threat to anyone who didn’t look both ways before merging into the building walkways.
And SprinterGuy isn’t my creation. One of the other engineers on the floor came up with that and it stuck. With everybody.
I think he has a fan club.
We need a weekend in a bad way around here.
A 75 year old man is working in my office. He has retired once and came back after two years because he was bored. He doesn’t work full days – he still likes his leisure. He just wasn’t ready to be done working.
He is great to have around to listen to his stories and learn a little from, but when your project has a deadline and he doesn’t think you should really finish because can’t remember if everything was finished last week and oh, look at the time, I should go home now…
Sigh.
Comment in the office today: “How’s that electron pushing business going?”
Pretty accurate when talking to an electrical engineer.
