Category: Rant

In re: Rants and Revelations: Great timing, assholes

Just got an email from Site Management. It appears this wasn’t a fire drill, it was a short circuit in a “pull-station” on the roof caused by the high winds and wet snow. Because, as everybody knows, we never get wet weather in Rochester.

Today, the wind was gusting up to 55 knots, and we’re getting the first snow of the season. So what does Kodak do? They have a fucking fire drill. And because it’s fucking cold and wet and blowing, it takes forever to empty the building, so therefore those of us who got out reasonably early have to stand around freezing our asses off.

One major reason why it was taking so long to empty the building was some fat ass dipwad cockbite was standing in front of one of the two double doors at our exit, and wouldn’t move out of the way even when I tried to push the door open. And if you’ve ever tried to push a 400 pound lump of congealed grease who is actively pushing back, you’ll know it’s not easy.

On my way to work, I drive on “boulevard” that has two lanes in each direction and a grassy median. For much of it, it has what I would call a “service road” or “access road” running parallel, with driveways into business and parking lots coming into the access road, and short little “ramps” for passing between the boulevard and the access road.
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The title is from a song by “Spirit of the West”. But I’m starting to wonder if I’m “too Canadian” or just crazy.

Case in point, I got to the post office before it opened. There were people there waiting, but they were waiting in random locations in the atrium, not actually lined up. The person nearest the door was a good metre and a half away from the door. Not being able to detect any order to this gaggle, I walked right up to the door and stood there. The gaggle soon formed itself into a lineup behind me. But all the time I stood there, I couldn’t make eye contact with all these people, because I know that they got there ahead of me, but I “butted in” in front of them. And yet I know there was no line to butt into until I formed the line, so why am I beating myself up about this?

Dammit, I forgot to bring my iPod to work again today. It’s not so much that I share a cube wall with “Chatty Katy” who appears to be organizing a volleyball tournament, or that right opposite another cube wall is the door to a conference room so I get to hear the post-conference discussions that inevitably happen after every use of the room. No, it’s this floor shaking horrendous thump that happens with disturbing irregularity. I’d estimate it to happen about 4 times an hour on average, but sometimes I don’t hear it for an hour or more, and sometimes it seems to be happening every few minutes.

This thump has been happening since I got here at this job, but if you ask other people, most of them haven’t noticed it. Some of them comment on it when they come over to visit my cube, because the rest of the development team is on the other side of a physical fire door and so maybe they’re more insulated from it.