Insignificant Work Stories

Yesterday, the light above my desk started to annoy. It's one of those fluorescent panel lights with 4 bulbs in it. Two of the bulbs would go out. 15 minutes later, they would come back on. 15 minutes later, they would go out again. It was like sitting under a really lethargic disco ball.

Our facilities crew got that problem sorted out for me. In the meantime, I got a message from Switch. We were working on a project together... he'd finished his part and needed me to start on mine.

I worked my "crazy voodoo magic" (his words) on it, and then emailed him to let him know the project was ready for him again. His reply, word for word, was this:

"You are indeed kind and wise. I have ordered 2 cases of the finest and cheapest whiskey sent to your office."

I printed out Switch's email. I intend to hold him to his promise. Between his cheap whiskey and my disco-tech mosh office, we should be able to have one heck of a party.