IF in the future I comment that my job can get monotonous I do not want you to remind me of what I am about to say: I can hardly stand waiting until everything at work is settled and working smoothly! I thought all would feel a bit more like getting into a routine after we FINALLY got internet and phone working Friday the 21st. (I guess it's been a while since I've said "Comcast Sucks!", so Comcast had to remind me).
Doris ran out of ink on her printer. And not that I monitor that, but I do need to pay attention to how many extras she has and at least order some when she's on the last one. But it's my fault that our shared printer is out of toner...that darn "you're almost out of toner" warning starts so early that I kind of get used to seeing it and therefore ignore it. Kind of like when a bill comes so early that you want to wait to pay it and after a while it just becomes a piece of furniture and you don't notice it anymore.
And I never take the cartridge out before it's actually empty...I'm using it until every last drop, or in this case, every last granual of powder is out. Of course, if intelligence reigned, I'd have ordered the new cartridge when the warning came on. But no such luck.
This is where I spill the beans on a well kept secret... "I went to Open School".
But the real crux of the matter, the nitty-gritty, the meat and potatoes of the situation is that there is no heat in the building that the office is in! The person who runs it doesn't want to turn it on and gives a different excuse for doing so any day you ask him. This said building is a religious institution, run by religious people, so in my heart there is a little extra twist of the knife associated with the casual deceit in excuses.
It's 60 degrees in the office and with the body heat of Doris and I and a space heater, after about 4 hours it's 63 degrees. Yahoo.
We both wear our coats the entire day. And at 60 degrees, if I'm typing or using the mouse I wear gloves!
Both Doris and I percolate a little hotter than most people and we both prefer a cool room. I would say that I'm getting a little education in how the cold people feel, but you know when it gets hot in there again I'll go right back to complaining and be void of sympathy.
There are laws in the State of Minnesota for a workplace that would reverse this situation, but they don't apply to religious institutions.
And that probably explains why there is no smoke detector or sprinkler system in my office.
If I get fired for this verbal observation made public to the 3 people that read my blog I'll have lots of time to finish that binding.
