Sometimes my job is cool
Oct. 30th, 2003 02:11 pmSometimes it isn't.
Example: Yesterday I learned one of the twists in the latest update in the Employee Handbook is that we're no longer allowed to eat lunch at our cubical. This jackassed decision is due to a few people taking up their whole lunch working out at the gym and then coming back to their desk and spending another half-hour feeding their faces. So instead of writing up those slackers, the company decided to punish everybody here. Blah!
But today I learned the company is also doing a repeat of last year, and sugaring over the usual dull end-of-the-year talking heads session by renting out a theater and showing us LOTR: The Return of the King on *opening day*.
Like I said, its bi-polar.
In other news, I went to Thomas' very first Halloween celebration at school, and watched him as he walked about dressed as Clifford the Big Red Dog. He seemed to have for the most part, until the end when he got tired of walking. I managed to get some cute photos of him and talk a bit with the teachers. It was reassuring. He's by no means the worst off of the the developmentally delayed kids there. Even though some of them talk more than he does, there's a light in his eyes that's light years ahead of some of the damned *blank* expressions the really delayed kids have.
Example: Yesterday I learned one of the twists in the latest update in the Employee Handbook is that we're no longer allowed to eat lunch at our cubical. This jackassed decision is due to a few people taking up their whole lunch working out at the gym and then coming back to their desk and spending another half-hour feeding their faces. So instead of writing up those slackers, the company decided to punish everybody here. Blah!
But today I learned the company is also doing a repeat of last year, and sugaring over the usual dull end-of-the-year talking heads session by renting out a theater and showing us LOTR: The Return of the King on *opening day*.
Like I said, its bi-polar.
In other news, I went to Thomas' very first Halloween celebration at school, and watched him as he walked about dressed as Clifford the Big Red Dog. He seemed to have for the most part, until the end when he got tired of walking. I managed to get some cute photos of him and talk a bit with the teachers. It was reassuring. He's by no means the worst off of the the developmentally delayed kids there. Even though some of them talk more than he does, there's a light in his eyes that's light years ahead of some of the damned *blank* expressions the really delayed kids have.