fine whine

Despite what I may say, my job isn't entirely mindless. I was thinking today about writing about work, and I had what I thought was a good topic, even.

I had been walking to the bathroom, averting my gaze to dodge greeting to a coworker with whom I am acquainted but not friendly, and attempting to look deep in thought, when I started thinking about people and names.

For some reason the idea struck me that it would probably be adequate to crash any meeting or other corporate gathering by bluffing an acquaintance with a guy whose name starts with "J", but a nickname one, like "Jack" or "Jay". Powerful men (and perhaps women, even, these days) always have a "Jack" or a "Jay" among them atop their bureaucratic heirarchy.

And then, as I heard one of the urinals flush itself, I realized that the ability to hoodwink oneself into a meeting isn't one that most people would want to acquire. At least, not the kind of people I know.

It was early in the morning. What can I say?

And in my ongoing quest to have every printer I can reach available to me, I have succeeded in adding our networked copier to my options*. I'm probably the only person connected to it, and that's fine with me. It burns through staples like nobody's business, though I'll try to staple stuff sparingly.

Well, somewhat sparingly. Serves 'em right for networking the thing, and moreover for posting its address so prominently. Otherwise I might need to, oh, I don't know, make it print out its configuration.

What should surprise me, but doesn't, is the fact that I'm probably the only person who ever tried this. Like I said above, I'm probably the only one connected right now.

* The fact that it is a networked printer/copier is no surprise to me. It has always been labeled with a network address, and in previous jobs I'd set up similar machines, but I hadn't messed with this one long enough before to have already added it. Now I have, and it's yet another printing option for me... one sitting next to a bank of three other printers.