Rick's Personal Blog
2002-05-02 - 1:26 p.m.
Sometimes Practical jokes have terrible timing considering everything going on in my family right now.
Tuesday, we received a new piece of capital equipment. About $6500 worth. At this present time our company in the midst of growing pains. We are literally bursting at the seams. We have more “stuff” than there are places to put it.
Well, This piece of equipment is called a plotter, and if anyone knows what that is you know it’s not something you can put it up on a shelf. This one in particular will accommodate paper that is 42” wide. The old one has been sitting collecting dust. It is really old, and broken.
When the new plotter arrived, I had no place to put the old one. I’d love to put it out on the corner and let the garbage men pick it up, but unfortunately it belongs to the Air Force, and I don’t think they would be happy if we did that. We have to give it back to them, and then they’ll throw it out. Apparently they do that better than we do.
So we had no place to put this piece of junk. So I put it in an empty office. Unbeknownst to me, a new employee was taking that office on the following day. No ordinary employee either. A female engineer… a very cute female engineer. For those of you, who are not in this field, please understand something; that particular combination can be troublesome because most male engineers (present company excluded) are social dufuses who trip over themselves trying to please very cute female engineers.
So with all of that in mind, these “geeks” (For lack of a better term) were beside themselves that I would even dare tread on the shrine they had erected (no pun) for this new goddess. Thus they started to complain saying, “You can’t put that there; that office is taken!” to which I responded, “I’m sorry, but there is no where else to put it.” And that is where I left it.
We moved some other furniture around, and we found a place for the plotter later in the day.
This morning I arrived to find that my office door was closed. My arms were full, and I proceeded to open the door rather quickly. The door only opened about 5 inches before it slammed into something on the other side. With the momentum of my body behind it, I slammed my head into the door.
I slowly opened the door to see what was obstructing my entrance.
It was the old plotter.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Real funny… (You fucking geeks)
Later,
Rick
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