Copy Right
Mar15

Copy Right

Adventures from Storage C: Copy Right They are finally installing the printer in Storage C; so I will not longer have to walk the 150 yards or so back to Storage B every time I print something. Printer Guy: Where is this supposed to go? Me: They’re still building our copy room; so for now, set it up in this empty cubicle. It has electricity and a data port. Printer Guy: Well can’t use the electricity in the cubicle. It...

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45/140

ADVENTURES FROM STORAGE C: 45/140 In response to Cinnamon Hitler’s inauguration, today at 11am PT, the American Federation of Teachers is sponsoring a class at my job on how to tweet. We are doomed. Originally posted January 18,...

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Status Symbol
Sep08

Status Symbol

ADVENTURES FROM STORAGE B: Status Symbol by Kian Bezeel Something reminded me today of an Ultra-super Overlord I once had at a totally different Storage B. He was fond of cornering employees at the men’s room urinal and asking for status updates literally while you both had your junk in your hands. It usually took the form “So, what are you working on?” And a quick “we’re almost done with module x”...

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Mojo Rising
Sep04

Mojo Rising

ADVENTURES FROM STORAGE B: Mojo Rising -by Kian Bezeel I’ve written before about my work-wife’s mojo that drives men to obsession. The mojo has expanded and crossed gender lines. She teaches English as a Second Language (ESL) classes in the evening. One of her female students started taking multiple candid photos of her and asking her to hang out outside of class. The student thinks WW is a wonderful teacher and is overly...

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Pleased to Meet You. Won’t You Guess My Name?
Sep04

Pleased to Meet You. Won’t You Guess My Name?

ADVENTURES FROM STORAGE B: Pleased to meet you. Won’t you guess my name? – by Ken Bolding I just returned to work after taking two extra days off for the Labor Day holiday. My boss’s 80-year-old Secretary didn’t even acknowledge me when I said good morning. A few minutes later, I was talking with a colleague in my cubicle when she interrupted. “I have a student who needs to talk to you,” she said. I...

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