CLEARLY the janitors hate me

You may remember this post from two weeks ago, in which I griped about how the wastebasket in my office almost NEVER gets emptied.

Well last Friday I decided to do something about it. I called the Helpdesk for the Facilities department and filed a complaint. They opened a "work request" to have someone make sure that the night cleaners were not skipping my office. Good. So I came in this morning, and yes, my overflowing garbage had FINALLY been emptied, and NO, they did NOT LOCK MY DOOR again! ACK!!!

Remember, this is a problem because my office is a domain of highly sensitive materials that must be secure at all times, and MUST be locked up when I am not in the office with them. So what good does it do to have my door locked if the cleaners are going to UNLOCK it and just leave it wide open like that all weekend? None! I could just about shriek. I think I kind of made a grumbling sigh noise when I entered my UNLOCKED office this morning.

At least I don't have week-old Taco Bell bags stinking under my desk anymore... for now...

i love typos

do you ever have one of those times when you put your fingers in the wrong spot on a keyboard and just start typing all willy-nilly and then realize that you are typing utter gibberish? I love when that happens.

Just now I went to type "Friday" and came out with "DeisY" - AWESOME.

A poetic "oopsie"

My dad asked why I called the website "Jon and Amber" Dot Com as opposed to "Amber and Jon". I explained that it was because the rhythm was better that way. I said it was iambic. D'oh!! I realized, JUST NOW, that "Jon and Amber" is not iambic, but trochaic (the EXACT OPPOSITE), and now I am deeply, poetically, embarassed. Not only for myself, but for my DAD who was an ENGLISH teacher back in the days before I was born. SHAME on us, SHAME.