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  A Dull Tale

15 January 1999

Snack! Report: Snack Lady sent me email offering me all the kisses I wanted! I was set aflutter, but she only meant the chocolate ones. At least we got the special gold almond kind, although some of mine were pretty almond-free, which figures.

Exciting Work Stories: The woman who has the sad task of being responsible for things like the bathrooms that have been being "repaired" for three months now is trying to get the air conditioning to work a little more sensibly. So they went around today and opened up all the vents, reset all the thermostats, turned everything on, and locked up the controls behind their plastic casings.

Naturally it's been freezing in our little corner ever since. But she sent around email explaining what was going on, and I felt a bit sorry for her. So I thought, what the hell, it's Friday, I'll just leave if it gets unbearable.

One of our square-jawed manly man junior execs, though, had a different idea. He came out of one of the endless meetings that those people have, and found that hey, it's cold out here. I could hear him asking another fellow what was going on, but unfortunately, the other fellow is French, and his explanation lacked a certain coherence. So the junior exec just walked over to the locked-away control, broke the casing box, and reset the thermometer. Smashed it right open. Problem solved, huh?

Sure. Except the problems of the woman who was trying to fix the whole system. Who came up a little later and discovered the broken pieces of the casing on the ground. There's really nothing she can do about it, either. Ranking games.

I would never do anything like that, ever. Unless maybe there were flames coming out of the vents - you know, a clear and present danger. It occurs to me, though, that it did reflect a certain crude but direct way of solving a problem, instead of just whining about it like some people we know, cough. This is probably why this fellow is a VP of Whatever and will continue to rise up into that tier.

Oh Boy, Politics: I suppose I should say something about the impeachment trial.


I think that sums it up.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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