Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The Thugs Downstairs

Ya know… what people decide to do to themselves, or how they choose to treat their own bodies… that’s none of my business. As long as they aren’t hurting or bothering other people, their fine. In my, never to be humble, opinion. But when their choices come into contact with the choices of others, the unhealthier of the two choices must take a back seat to the other.
Case in point, I work for a great small company, with great people. We’re all considerate of each other, we get along, I would even go so far as to say that most of the people at work, I consider friends. A few years ago, the company bought a small office building, with a small tenant space, and for the first couple of years we rented to a small civil engineering company. They shared our values; we had respect for one another. We got to know quite a few of the people over there. Then, they got a bit large for the space, and bought a building of their own.
Now, we’re renting to a call center. It’s hell. The company has a 70% per day turn over rate. The people they hire are rude, they’re dirty, and they smoke like chimneys. When I walk outside to go to my car, for lunch or to go home… there they are, gathered around the building’s door, in a cloud of smoke, looking and acting like thugs.
My boss is counting the days until their lease (1 year) runs out and he can kick them to the curb.
I could put up with the thugery if it weren’t for the smoke. You see, I’m an asthmatic. Before their coming, I would use my inhaler maybe once every other week… now it’s daily. My office is directly above them and the smell is drifting up through the floors. It’s not like we can move my office to another part of the building because when we built the office building, my office was designed with special cable runs and wiring for large format plotting and computer systems. So to try to move my work area would be a major undertaking.
Boy, I’m complaining a lot today aren’t I.
We’ve all been trying to come up with a way to subtly let them all know that they stink, and that we would like them to go away.
So far we have:
Buy a butt-load of Glade plug-ins and fill every outlet in their space. We can double them up it if we get the ones with the extra outlet.
We could make a big sign informing them of their offensive odor. Something subtle. It could say… “TAKE A BATH YOU FREAKS!” Subtle enough?
We could make a few garlands out of those pine-tree air fresheners, and “deck the halls” with them.
Encapsulate them in plastic.

I guess I’ll have to stock up on inhalers and wait until their lease runs out. How long do they have? 9 months and 11 days?

Friday, June 01, 2007


I listen to Coast to Coast on the radio every so often, and I gotta hand it to George Noory, he is either a person with the slyest sense of humor in the world, or he is a first class nut job. People can call him up and say ANYTHING in the world and he’ll just say… “Oh ya? Tell us about it.”
Last night they were talking about Human-Alien Gray hybrids and some Yo-Yo (I shouldn’t be so judgmental, I’m sure that he is a very nice, if a bit confused, gentleman… na, he was a yo-yo) anyway, this yo-yo calls up and says that the human-gray hybrid picture they had up on some website looked just like his daughter. Now, he did have a strong southern accent, and he could be telling the truth… inbreeding and all. But no… When George asked him where his daughter was, the guy replied that she was on the ship or was with “Them.” By then I was laughing so hard that I was endangering myself and others, since I was driving at the time, so I changed the station.
Where do these people come from? And do they really believe what they’re saying?

I believe in life on other planets. I believe in intelligent life on other planets. The universe is way to big with way to many star systems to be otherwise. I just can’t believe that we are the only intelligent life in the universe.
(Intelligent, meaning that we have the capacity for rational and individual thought… not that we use or act upon our intelligence.)
But… my belief stops there. I mean the universe is a big place. How did Douglas Adams put it in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy ?

“Space… is big. Really big. You won’t believe how vastly hugely mind-boggling big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space.”

So, with space being so vast, I just don’t think that it’s possible to get from one inhabited world to another, in another star system, inside of a single lifetime. But let’s say it is possible, and a super intelligent race of beings made a craft capable of crossing that much vasty nothingness. So they come to Earth, find out that there is a race of intelligent beings on this planet, hell bent on killing each other, and so to let us know that they are watching us… they leave graffiti in our food supply?

And that makes sense?

Folks… There are no “aliens” circling Earth. No one has ever been abducted and probed or otherwise been misused by E.T. They don’t mutilate cattle and they don’t make crop circles. For all intents and purposes, because of the vastness of space, we are alone in the universe… get used to it. Because of that fact, because we are alone… maybe we should start being a little nicer to each other.
Just a thought…

But then… The Yo-Yo’s are so fun to listen to on the radio…
I guess I have a long way to go.
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