tumultuous times
your boy currently finds himself in a work related whirlwind with no way out
I immediately take back that subtitle because there is always a choice or a way out but as I’ve said before I love this job and most of the people I work with. Right now big things are afoot but it feels like we aren’t talking about them. I need to be careful here out of respect and some other things that are making my spider senses tingle regarding writing about the way I make a living. So cagey I will be. My brand of cagey that is.
Out headquarters building is a steaming pile of dogshit. If I listed everything out you would think I was lying but I’ll hit some of the high points so you get the gist. Our parking garage has been broken for more than 4 months which means everyone parks for free. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem and I was a direct beneficiary the weekend my son stopped by because he parked free. But word of the deep discount has gotten around and now the less than desirables know they can peruse theft opportunities without paying a toll or worrying about any pesky evidence gathering camera devices. Cars are being broken into at an alarming rate.
3 of the 6 elevators are out of service. Each being put in that status by trapping multiple people for extended periods of time (more than an hour and in some cases two) after dropping a couple floors in free fall. Yup, you read that right, free fall. The building let us know that the safety gear worked perfectly after detecting the falling cars. but… FREE FALL!!! I now have some coworkers with justifiable and palpable fears. This has been happening for months and no one has been seen working on the problem. It’s like the landlord has given up.
I really should have led with that one because alone it should spell broken lease. There is a large bank that has the naming rights and multiple floors that is going to move out due to these “troubles” and we won’t be far behind. The turmoil of which I spoke earlier is that we probably should be gone already. It feels like we are waiting for the final shoe, err, elevator car, to drop and everyone hopes it happens to someone else.
As long as I don’t die the story of me completely fouling myself should be entertaining. I have coworkers who would gallantly take a picture of my rescue curled up in the fetal position soaked in my body’s complete and total panic expulsion. A ten to fifteen pound instant weight loss would not surprise me and it might be more as any of my various cooties abandon ship. If I do somehow plunge to my doom I will need those who know my kids in real life to please remind them that the standing order is SUE EVERYONE!
Leadership of which I am one has a scheduled six and a half our Zoom meeting tomorrow and we aren’t talking about the falling elephant in the room until the end. I might be jumping to a cynical conclusion here but it feels like we are going to wait until everyone has a skull full of zoom fatigue pudding to breeze by the issue on the way into the weekend.
If you can’t tell I’m a bit twisted up at this point. I’m sure this will all work out for the better but I’m trying to relax and these thoughts are being dicks right now. I need to turn my brain to one of my happy places.
I showed this picture to a coworker who asked if this was my basement… a man can dream.