Nick Postagulous
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Cleaning Lady
When I got in today, the most noticeable thing different was that there was a post it note on my boss’s office door from the cleaning lady. T-boss has been locking his door lately, mainly because, here at work, a very large crap is very slowly and laboriously hitting the fan. I don’t see how locking his door has to do with it, but then again, I prefer to be a mushroom. Keep me in the dark and I’m happy and I flourish.
Well, seems that Cleaning Lady (CL) asks if she has done anything wrong. Him locking his door makes her feel like he is upset at her. She does not “still.”
T-boss took the first 40 minutes of work trying to phrase a sincere apology/description of why he locks his door. As well as tell her she does a wonderful job, which she does. With past cleaning crews, to get my carpet to be vacuumed I had to eat popcorn and get gibbles all over the place. He now has an envelope with her name on it taped to his door with the apology letter for her.
Cleaning Lady Saves The Day
Some of you know, since I am a government environmental droog, that my office building is located in front of a massive wastewater treatment plant. In fact, unit operations uses our laboratory for it’s daily analyses. Well, when the cleaning lady, same one, was cleaning one evening up at the offices on the hill, she saw outside that “brown water was coming up from everywhere.” Well, one of the more non-mensa of the operators (in fact, the one who took the test six times before he passed) had turned something the wrong way so raw sewage was pouring out of the top of the headworks.
Quick as a bunny, CL looks up the person who is head over the sewer department’s home phone number and calls it. And, really, he’s the wrong guy since collection system, aka sewer, isn’t the same people as the ones that run the plant. But she calls him at home and saves the day. Sure, still an environmental nightmare, at least paperwork wise. But at least it’s not my paperwork. Well, until I do the yearly Municipal Water Pollution Prevention report, which, quite frankly, is out of my jurisdiction and should really be done by, oh, the guy who’s head of all plants.
Homestudy Visit
Today is the first of our post-placement homestudy visits. At 10, Anna will show up. Alison thinks that since China requires two visits and Alabama requires two visits, that we’ll have four. I’ll have to ask Anna, since shouldn’t we be able to overlap at least one, so we get three? But, they are only $150 each, so it’s not a big deal.
Freedom Fighters
The game that I bought a few weeks ago and wasn’t going to open until I has some spare time since I figured it would suck my brain for hours on end. Yeah, I opened it and it does. Freedom Fighters just plain rocks. It’s like playing the action scenes from Black Hawk Down. Well, maybe that’s more because I get killed doing the wrong things. Right now, I’m able to command three other soldiers. Though, now that I know where the POWs are kept, I’ll get them out and see how many more troops I can control after that. I need a sniper. Badly.
The gist is that how WW2 ended was with the USSR nuking Berlin. Now, it’s Fall 2003 and Russia finally decides to take over the US, starting with Manhattan. Guess where your character, a plumber, is working when the attack happens. Yep, not only in Manhattan, but in the apartment of the rebel leader.
Man, you kill one high ranking Russian officer with a pipe wrench and they’ll never let you live it down.
