I'm home sick today. Caught the cold that's been going around just in time for the weekend. Hooray!
This journal needs some pictures, so here's Beans being all flat as greyhounds are wont to do.
11.19.2004
11.18.2004
Office Emails
"Kitchen Closing/Odor Alert
To: Everyone
11/18/04
9:32 am
The plumber is going to replace the grease trap in the 7th floor kitchen this morning. The kitchen will be closed for approximately 2 hours starting at 10:15 am. The odor during this procedure is very nasty. They will do their best to air the room out after the plumber is finished. It is suggested you may want to remove your lunch from the kitchen prior to 10:15."
"Kitchen – The Saga Continues
To: Everyone
11/18/04
10:42 am
The kitchen is now open. The plumber will be back tomorrow morning at 6:00 am to fix the grease trap. The kitchen will be closed until approximately 8:00 AM. If you arrive before 8:00, you will not be able to go in the kitchen. The odor will be very nasty."
"Kitchen Closing/Odor Alert
To: Everyone
11/18/04
9:32 am
The plumber is going to replace the grease trap in the 7th floor kitchen this morning. The kitchen will be closed for approximately 2 hours starting at 10:15 am. The odor during this procedure is very nasty. They will do their best to air the room out after the plumber is finished. It is suggested you may want to remove your lunch from the kitchen prior to 10:15."
"Kitchen – The Saga Continues
To: Everyone
11/18/04
10:42 am
The kitchen is now open. The plumber will be back tomorrow morning at 6:00 am to fix the grease trap. The kitchen will be closed until approximately 8:00 AM. If you arrive before 8:00, you will not be able to go in the kitchen. The odor will be very nasty."
Poor Kitty
This morning I was sitting in the living room scarfing down an English muffin (late for work as usual, but skipping breakfast is not an option). I heard these strange noises coming from the kitchen. I figured it was Kitty playing with something, so I quietly got up to see what she was doing. As I peeked around the corner, I saw that she’d found a rubber band on the floor that was caught on a chair leg. Fun! Kitty loves rubber bands.
Then she looks up and sees me watching her, and bolts. Problem is, the rubber band is caught on one of her claws. So she’s scrambling trying to get away, but despite the frantic movement of her legs, she’s barely getting anywhere – Roadrunner cartoon style. Then she suddenly gets a grip and enough torque to start moving, dragging the kitchen chair along with her. Of course a giant kitchen chair skidding across the floor scares the crap out of her and she turns up the juice even more. She manages to pull the chair all the way across the kitchen, the whole time with this wild, desperate look in her eyes like “what the fuck is this thing and why is it chasing me?!?”
She managed to break free from the poltergeist chair and scrambled to the den where she hid in her favorite “I’m freaked out so just leave me alone now” hidey-hole. Once I confirmed she was unhurt by the escapade, I realized how fucking funny that whole scene was.
Poor Kitty was embarrassed more than anything, and by the time I left for work she was back out in the living room as if nothing had happened.
This morning I was sitting in the living room scarfing down an English muffin (late for work as usual, but skipping breakfast is not an option). I heard these strange noises coming from the kitchen. I figured it was Kitty playing with something, so I quietly got up to see what she was doing. As I peeked around the corner, I saw that she’d found a rubber band on the floor that was caught on a chair leg. Fun! Kitty loves rubber bands.
Then she looks up and sees me watching her, and bolts. Problem is, the rubber band is caught on one of her claws. So she’s scrambling trying to get away, but despite the frantic movement of her legs, she’s barely getting anywhere – Roadrunner cartoon style. Then she suddenly gets a grip and enough torque to start moving, dragging the kitchen chair along with her. Of course a giant kitchen chair skidding across the floor scares the crap out of her and she turns up the juice even more. She manages to pull the chair all the way across the kitchen, the whole time with this wild, desperate look in her eyes like “what the fuck is this thing and why is it chasing me?!?”
She managed to break free from the poltergeist chair and scrambled to the den where she hid in her favorite “I’m freaked out so just leave me alone now” hidey-hole. Once I confirmed she was unhurt by the escapade, I realized how fucking funny that whole scene was.
Poor Kitty was embarrassed more than anything, and by the time I left for work she was back out in the living room as if nothing had happened.
11.17.2004
11.15.2004
Correction
According to the thermostat in the VP's office, it's 85 degrees in here. Oh, and his office is cooler than the rest of the floor because it has lots of windows. Building maintenance couldn't fix it so they just turned off the heat and called the vendor. "The temperature will drop slowly throughout the day." Bleh.
According to the thermostat in the VP's office, it's 85 degrees in here. Oh, and his office is cooler than the rest of the floor because it has lots of windows. Building maintenance couldn't fix it so they just turned off the heat and called the vendor. "The temperature will drop slowly throughout the day." Bleh.
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