I had a real post all written out and ready. Then this happened and I had to share. I'll post the other thing tomorrow.
So I started some laundry last night. I was pretty much out of clothes. I know I shouldn't wait that long to do laundry. I know I should to laundry when I have enough clothes to fill a load. However, this never happens. I'm a dude.
Times have been exhausting, I was all tuckered out. Almost immediately after starting my first load, I fell asleep. I awoke this morning with nothing but dry dirty clothes and clean wet ones.
"Clean Wet Ones" would be a great album title.
I managed to put together an acceptable work outfit with stuff I had tucked away in my closet, but all of my gym clothes were unacceptable for use in their current condition. I like to work out in the fitness center of my office building on my lunch break. So I pulled out the only thing I had left, my cold weather outfit. Long sleeved gym shirt and long pants. When the time came, I felt ridiculous wearing them inside, and I knew it was going to get hot, but I thought to myself, "Hey, it's not like anyone's going to be watching me work out."
Five minutes into my treadmilling, a man in a suit walked it and said "Oh, hey. We're going to watch you work out." Then six more men in suits walked into the fitness center.
I soon remembered that my building has much unused space, and in fact my Specialty Ham Company was planning to move out soon. As the men in suits diverted their attention from me and began inspecting the room, I concluded that they were likely prospective renters.
Still, just a glimpse into the everyday life of Adam Jones.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Ham Madness
I work for a specialty ham company. I would mention the name, but apparently the first rule of Specialty Ham Company is don't talk about Specialty Ham Company. Once, years ago, I mentioned it by name in my personal blog. The next day I was called up to the V.P. of Human Resources' office. I had mentioned the company favorably, because I love it. However, later in that post I may have mentioned something about wondering how many dead prostitutes can fit in the back of a garbage truck.
Apparently the Christian based, family value oriented, specialty ham company does not like its employees associating its name with theoretical truckloads of deceased whores.
Go fig.
Thing is, people love ham. They need it. I concede that there are a handful of vegetarian Jews out there that have transcended this basic human requirement, but the rest of us live day to day, trying to figure out how we're going to get that next ham.
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, that need starts getting desperate. The ham sellers build forts, trying to satisfy the hungry masses as best they can. Sooner or later, they fail. Their shipments come up late, a customer swears they ordered twice as many hams as they did, or one of their registers fails. The latter is where I come in.
I do technical ham support.
When there's a ham riot, the consumers assault the hammeries. The clerks work the best they can, but if a register goes down, there's nothing they can do. They don't know what a USB cable is. They don't know that the monitor isn't the computer. Why should they? They sell hams. They're in a panic, because they're about to get stabbed by crazed ham enthusiasts, and they need their equipment fixed now. "Do you know how busy it is? Do you know the kind of people I have to deal with?" Yes, I really do, and I sympathize. I'm trying to help, but they won't let me. They interrupt, try to correct me, put me on hold for twenty minutes, or just plain lie. Everybody lies. House taught me that, as well as life. It wasn't until this job that I realized quite how much everybody lies. They try not to. They try to be decent people, but the stress is too much. It's too late.
They've fallen to the Ham Madness.
Oh, and just so you know, the really inappropriate stuff is going to be starting soon. Just giving you a heads up.
Apparently the Christian based, family value oriented, specialty ham company does not like its employees associating its name with theoretical truckloads of deceased whores.
Go fig.
Thing is, people love ham. They need it. I concede that there are a handful of vegetarian Jews out there that have transcended this basic human requirement, but the rest of us live day to day, trying to figure out how we're going to get that next ham.
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, that need starts getting desperate. The ham sellers build forts, trying to satisfy the hungry masses as best they can. Sooner or later, they fail. Their shipments come up late, a customer swears they ordered twice as many hams as they did, or one of their registers fails. The latter is where I come in.
I do technical ham support.
When there's a ham riot, the consumers assault the hammeries. The clerks work the best they can, but if a register goes down, there's nothing they can do. They don't know what a USB cable is. They don't know that the monitor isn't the computer. Why should they? They sell hams. They're in a panic, because they're about to get stabbed by crazed ham enthusiasts, and they need their equipment fixed now. "Do you know how busy it is? Do you know the kind of people I have to deal with?" Yes, I really do, and I sympathize. I'm trying to help, but they won't let me. They interrupt, try to correct me, put me on hold for twenty minutes, or just plain lie. Everybody lies. House taught me that, as well as life. It wasn't until this job that I realized quite how much everybody lies. They try not to. They try to be decent people, but the stress is too much. It's too late.
They've fallen to the Ham Madness.
Oh, and just so you know, the really inappropriate stuff is going to be starting soon. Just giving you a heads up.