Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Sign in the stairwell here

I hate the metro, post # 5958

This morning's commute was particularly fun, as we heard from the train operator (well, at least he informed us why we were frequently stopping, that in and of itself is rare) that the train in front of us was broken down and would be "offloaded" at Van Ness. Thats all fine and good. He told us three times to make room for the gazillions of folks that would be coming on board. Three times? Okay, maybe some people are like children and need to be told three times to pick up their Express from the seat next to them. Then, after we pulled into the station, here came the gazillion folks, which takes a minute or two... we continue to sit as he shuts the doors as we continue to sit for a while. Finally he comes on and he says that unfortunately, our train too has issues, and we need to offload it as well. Everyone is pissed at this point, but we all get up and offload, another few minute process. Then he shuts the doors, but the train just sits there. All the while, a nasty nasal woman (I guess the station manager) is screaming, "PLEASE!!!! STAY AWAY FROM THE GRANITE EDGE!!!!!" Then, the doors open and he says, "actually they have cleared this train for service, you may board the train",
which I think led to even the nicest of folks there to roll their eyes. This whole process stretched my commute into an hour. Thanks, metro, for yet another awful ride.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Oh, this looks *totally* awesome...

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Same thing, on Youtube...

Here it is on youtube

Watch this

The part where it goes from a structure still standing to a pile of rubble is unfortunately the week my dad died, I was out of the office for a week, so missed taking photos...

Friday, July 11, 2008

Jesus I cannot make this stuff up

Chock up another one that I cannot believe I have to deal with.

One of my receptionists (I have two that sit there full time and one that "covers" when one of the others has to leave the desk, this was the 'cover' one) came to me and said that there was a bad "fishy" smell at the front desk. Here was the conversation:

Floating Receptionist: "It is really bad."

Russ: "Well, is Michelle (main receptionist) eating fish?"

FR: "No. You don't understand. Its not that kind of smell."

R: "Wait, I'm confused, you said "fish", right?

FRR: "Yes, but no, not that kind."

R: "You have me confused here..."

FRR: .......

R: [lightbulb moment] "Oh God, are you saying what I think you are saying?"

FRR: "Yes, and [other receptionist] agrees too..."

So, yes, that's right, I have to spend part of my Friday afternoon, cruising the reception area, looking nonchalant, smelling for pussy.

Clearly this is in the "Other Duties As Assigned" section of my job description.