| October 23, 2003 - The noive of some people |
| Dear Friends, let me start out with the good news. This past Sunday when I went to the Happy Heifer House for my chunk of juicey cowmeat, I was not bothered by the guy with the bad table manners. Oh, he was there alright, but he was just finishing up his last bit of bovine goodness so I was only subjected to his open-mouthed chewing and smacking for only a couple of seconds. So that put me in a definitely better mood than I would have been had I watched him slurping on his fingers. Now the bad news. My whole group is having our offices taken away from us and we're being moved into cubicles. That sucks big time! To make matters worse, the people who are inheriting our offices have been coming around peering in at us as we work and making various comments as to whether they like the offices or not. Each time that has happened, I've stood up from my desk and walked over and shut the door. Unfortunately, I haven't been quick enough, so they've not actually seen me do it before they've moved on down the hallway. But don't you think that's a bit tacky for them to be planning out their decor before we've even left? I've thought about keeping my door shut during the day and locking it at night just to thwart their evil mission. I've also thought, if anyone of them lurked around my door, of saying, "Excuse me. Because of you I'm being moved into a cubicle. So until October 30th this office is mine and I'll thank you to be considerate of that." Or do you, my Dear Readers, think that I would get in trouble for that? Speaking of trouble, I had a nasty nightmare early this morning about exactly that. I dreamt my boss wanted me to set up a computer or something in a basement, but I couldn't because he had some huge Thanksgiving feast spread out all over the place. When I asked what I should do, he told me to drop everything and give a presentation on all the systems we work with. Well, I didn't know anything about any planned presentation and I told him so. So after he smart-mouthed me, I said, "Well, how about if I resign? That way you can do the presentation your own damned self!" Then I flounced off to my bedroom, which miraculously happened to be in our office building. And what a bedroom! It was huge and had these great French doors with sheer curtains over the glass. So I started changing out of my business attire into my Drunken Brunch Sunday attire when I suddenly spied his silhouette and that of his boss on the other side of the curtains. "We'd like to talk to you," they said. And I answered, "I'm changing clothes. I'll talk to you when I'm done." So I opened up the door and they came in. And just at that moment my mother came in from another door and said, "I knew you were in some sort of trouble. I don't know why in the world you never listen to me. If you had only paid attention when you were younger, blah, blah, blah." And I said, "Mother, when you start paying my salary then you can start advising me on my business relations with my co-workers. Now get out!" As she left in a big huff, I noticed my dear kitty, Gunhilda, was there, too. So I ordered her out as well and she left in a big fluffy huff, too. Then I woke up. And I thought to myself, "Is this an omen? Am I ticking people off at work without realizing it? You know, JOHNNYLEEN, you can be a pretty upfront guy with your opinions sometimes...well, all the time." But luckily I got to work and they all loved me as they usually do. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |