Random Post Day!
First off, for those who felt they were left hanging last time, I was offered and declined the job at Radio Shack. I actually felt quite relieved since doing that... I had many misgivings after meeting the boss guy, but wasn't convinced that they were justified. I feel better now. Still poor, but better.
Second, though I have neither the money nor the computational prowess (probably... I haven't checked) at the moment to play Portal, I have found youtube videos of the ending, particularly the final song, and I must say that I agree with the Zero Punctuation review and say that it is a "balls-tighteningly fantastic ending."
Third, cubicle dwelling sucks. For background, I work in a smallish office building with the outside walls containing offices and the inside (of my floor) being the break room, bathrooms, and a few meeting rooms. There's a space for cubicles out front on the floor, and then there me, stuck in some random small spare space in the corner of the building with only offices nearby. I am here because it was the absolute cheapest location to house me in this building, and that includes sticking me in the office already occupied by the rest of the department - no, that wouldn't take up any more space, but that's how they charge office space in my building. Messed up. Anyway, this wasn't so bad - I was surrounded by counselor's offices which were pretty much always closed, save one quite awkward occasion when the client insisted on a session with the door open which resulted in me being an unwilling eavesdropper on way-too-personal information. However, our company lost a state grant, meaning half our counseling department had to be laid off. A game of Musical Offices (which is ever-so-fun for the IT staff) later and these are filled with former cubicle dwellers, some of whom have absolutely horrid musical taste. Now, they all have doors to shut; I am the only one forced to listen to their crap when they, for some reason, insist on playing their music loudly and leaving the door open. This happens far too often, and in fact they often aim the speakers towards the door, then have to turn it up louder because they can't hear as well. I assure you, I can. Today, it's opera. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good opera, but it's hardly work appropriate to have some baritone wailing away at the top of his lungs ringing through the halls. Much as I dislike muzak, it's far easier to work to than the warbling extremes of the human vocal capacity. Everyone else has closed their doors except this person, but I don't have that luxury. How rude would it be to shut her door?
Second, though I have neither the money nor the computational prowess (probably... I haven't checked) at the moment to play Portal, I have found youtube videos of the ending, particularly the final song, and I must say that I agree with the Zero Punctuation review and say that it is a "balls-tighteningly fantastic ending."
Third, cubicle dwelling sucks. For background, I work in a smallish office building with the outside walls containing offices and the inside (of my floor) being the break room, bathrooms, and a few meeting rooms. There's a space for cubicles out front on the floor, and then there me, stuck in some random small spare space in the corner of the building with only offices nearby. I am here because it was the absolute cheapest location to house me in this building, and that includes sticking me in the office already occupied by the rest of the department - no, that wouldn't take up any more space, but that's how they charge office space in my building. Messed up. Anyway, this wasn't so bad - I was surrounded by counselor's offices which were pretty much always closed, save one quite awkward occasion when the client insisted on a session with the door open which resulted in me being an unwilling eavesdropper on way-too-personal information. However, our company lost a state grant, meaning half our counseling department had to be laid off. A game of Musical Offices (which is ever-so-fun for the IT staff) later and these are filled with former cubicle dwellers, some of whom have absolutely horrid musical taste. Now, they all have doors to shut; I am the only one forced to listen to their crap when they, for some reason, insist on playing their music loudly and leaving the door open. This happens far too often, and in fact they often aim the speakers towards the door, then have to turn it up louder because they can't hear as well. I assure you, I can. Today, it's opera. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good opera, but it's hardly work appropriate to have some baritone wailing away at the top of his lungs ringing through the halls. Much as I dislike muzak, it's far easier to work to than the warbling extremes of the human vocal capacity. Everyone else has closed their doors except this person, but I don't have that luxury. How rude would it be to shut her door?