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Jesus, GOD! Yes, the blog is taking on a semi-religious taint today as I toil on a Sunday. The lord's day indeed. The Computer Center is PACKED to the gills and the Boss has decided that it's a good idea to limit all users to one hour so that more people can be cycled through. Great idea on paper, sport. but with twice as many people come twice as many problems, AND the igno-hump that closed up yesterday failed to mention that one of the printers is toast. It make a horrible grinding noise and spits out streaky, fucked up text. So, I've got a roomful of pissed off, freaked out chat room scumbags, geneaology walking deads and end of the unemployment resume floggers who all want their stupid shit printed RIGHT FUCKING NOW! And on an interesting sidebar, the elevators have become possesed by the spirits on the burial ground that was bulldozed to build this place (No joke, it happened in the early 80's, the corporate death mulitnational that originally built this dump somehow sided stepped the handful activists that were picketing. They snuck the bulldozers in under cover of the night. One of the activists said he saw bead necklaces hanging off the blade of a bulldozer as it tore up the ground.) Anyway, the elevators come down, open up for a half second and then the doors slam shut. When people do finally get in, the elevators just stay in place, the doors slide open occasionally, revealing a flustered geneaology genie. So, they puff up to the 3rd floor, through the piss stinking stairwell, bitching and farting all the way. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the genie phenom, these family history buffs are usually about one hundred years old, female and crabby. Add unused to any technology beyond the card catalog and you've got the perfect recipe for a full bore, midwestern, grumpy-assed freak out when shit doesn't go as planned. |
