In Which We Are Freaking Out, But Not as Badly as Some

We totally should have watched "Hairspray" instead of "Benny and Joon!" My friend, who packed up all her worldly possessions to move to Spokane for a new job, quit after a month! She said to her friend, who instigated the move, "Did you know this job was this bad?" And the friend said, "Sort of. But I thought you would really like Spokane and you could get another job."

Ruhlly?

Does anyone like Spokane that much?

The upside of my friend's freakout is that she got a much bettah job in Maryland, and is, as we speak, acclimatizing to the land of crabcakes and The Wire.

My own self, I had to interview for a new job this week. I prepared for this principally by picking out what accessories to wear. This kind of behavior causes my friend, who I'll call Mr. Corporate, to roll his eyes at me a lot. Mr. Corporate would prepare for a job interview by researching employer retirement fund contributions and planning to ask for a golf club membership as a signing bonus.

I do not work in a field where people get things like signing bonuses. I work in a field where you have to earn seniority before you are allowed to order your own office supplies.

Sometimes even then they make you choose between new rollerball pens and colored file folders.

My own freakout this Labor Day weekend consists of wondering if I could sit in a darkened room with my forehead resting on the desk for the next two weeks until I find out if the choice of accessories worked or not.

Either way, I'm sure of a couple of things: A) No way am I moving to Spokane; and B) If I leave my job I'm taking my rollerball pens with me.


--saifun

Did I mention the hot poo?

This summer my office carried the delicate scent of hot sewage. We rationalized quite a bit before the the real story broke. It's the dumpsters in the alley. It's the grease pit where all the used cooking grease sits until some schmo has to pick it up at midnight once a month. After a particularly fragrant day that left everyone green and gulping, a facilities man made the mistake of telling us the truth.
See that three-foot-in-diameter vent just outside your window? That vents the air shaft over the sewage line.
It's amazing what you can put up with until you know the truth. That mole that snags when you pull a shirt over your head? Yeah - easy to ignore until you find out it's carcinoma. It turns out we had been sucking lung-bucketfuls of hot poo.
Two people refused to work the next day. Given that it was 85 degrees in an office with no A/C, and we couldn't open the windows because of the poo, it was a shitty day at work. Heated emails flew with threats such as work stoppage, OSHA, and hot poo. Emails flew back with platitudes like reducing carbon footprints, we're working on it, and I'm Sorry For the Stench -But Hot Poo Happens, and my personal favorite "We are measuring the air for particulate levels."
??
One thing I never want to know is the actual number of sewage particulates I am inhaling.
Ever.
My co-worker was saying all along that this was not normal. When the Big Boss of Facilities stepped in, she was vindicated when they had another facilities man suit up and get into the poo pit. The poo pipe was broken. Not just broken, but a whole foot-long piece had caved in, leaving steaming poo free to particulate everywhere. The smell we had rationalized for weeks was gone within a day. We're all chipping in to canonize the guy who slew the poo monster.
-Soba

In Which We Don't Know What to Do With Ourselves

There are some bad signs out there, for dorks like me especially. The release of the Harry Potter movie has been delayed from November, 2008 to summer, 2009. Yes, I already had it on my calendar. What's your point?

Also, the Netflix shipping system is down nationwide. This means that the careful cycling of incoming and outgoing movies from my house is out of sync, is fubar, and that I will not get a new movie for the weekend.

My chums and I were talking about voodoo dolls the other night. Is there something I should be doing to placate the movie gods? Some kind of ritual involving a picture of Christopher Nolan, a lock of Sam Raimi's hair, and a box of Junior Mints?

-saifun

In Which the Crankiness Reaches Seasonally High Levels

It's a blisteringly hot 78 degrees here where I live in the tip-toppy part of the US. That's maybe the only explanation for the extremely high cranky levels we're currently experiencing.


Here are some things that are contributing to the conditions:

1) No, I did not win instantly by finding the bat signal in the bag of Reese's Dark Chocolate/Peanut Butter Dark Knight candies. Even though Iwas forced by circumstances, naturally, to consume the whole bag full just in case (I did go see Dark Knight for the third time this weekend, and yes, I still thought it was dude, like, totally awesomely cool and no, Christian Bale speaking in an abnormally low and growly voice when masked does not contribute to my crankiness level);

2) Baby blogs. Don't start on me with the hate mail - I do my bit for the new babies in my circle -- knit them gifts, take food to the new parents, listen understandingly to breastfeeding stories without rolling my eyes until after I have left, swaddle and cuddle and even change diapers. But. Right now there are approximately a zabillion new babies (okay, three) that belong to close friends...and they all have blogs. So now even the phone conversations with the parents start out, "Did you see the blog this week?" Which is just shameless fishing for 20 minutes of how cute and unlike any other previous baby the baby belonging to the phone-er is...People. That is just weak.


And the really really cranky-making part is - these blogs are a fiction of perfect happiness. The picture of "New grandparents holding the baby!" was in actuality, and I know this because I nodded sympathetically when told the story, taken during "My in-laws are possibly crazy and the next time my father-in-law comes to the house I may hit him!"


Now, in my own personal Christian Bale film-fest, I am going to watch "Equilibrium" on DVD. I understand that it's set in a dystopic future where emotions have been outlawed.


I'm going to see what they do to the cranky.


--saifun