The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul

Winter blahs ... Nothing to write, lately. Nothing interests me. I can only hope I'll pull out of it soon - the days are already getting longer.

Promotions are available at work. I didn't have the energy to bother. Crazy system for it, anyway - people were expected to bring in a 'packet, with tabs' documenting every reason they should be considered for these jobs. A team would read the packets and score them, and then every person who applied would also get an interview with the team and get scored on that. The Joes (yes, two guys named Joe who are buddies) were joking that there would also be other things which would play into getting the highest overall score - the bake-off, the swimsuit competition, the talent contest, etc, etc. :) Well, considering the way our seniority was defined for the last go-round of scheduling (a complicated equation which included one's social security number), and the fact that all our Suits live in the same town (hmmmmm.....) I wouldn't be surprised if your zipcode counts as part of your overall score. So, I don't have the energy to bother with this - I'm just going to sit back and see who gets promoted.

It's pretty odd when the highlight of your day is the Uno game in the breakroom. Of course, they are VERY sprited games of Uno.:)

I said way too much about my relationship to a guy at work yesterday. I've never had this come back and bite me in the ass yet, but there's always a first time. But, I trust in the fact he's almost as much of a freak as me. Maybe more so if 25% of the things he says are true. :)

childish

Funny, or perhaps not-so-funny, event of the day. Middle-aged businessman goes through the walk-through metal detector which I am monitoring, and alarms. He has to wait a second while the guy doing handwanding finishes up with someone else, so meanwhile he has time to start going through his pockets.

"Oh, it's _this_!" he says, tossing a foil bag into a bin, and turning to go back through the walk-through.

"No, sir, I can't let you go back through, you need to get handwanded."

He was NOT happy, and yelled at the guy who had to wand him, "You guys have to start profiling! I make too much money to be inconvenienced like this!"

Sometimes I think we're way too nice to people, now. After he left another screener muttered to me "I'd like to ask him how we're supposed to profile. If he said we should be looking for Afghani-looking people, then you could ask him 'And Timothy McVeigh looked like this _how_?'"

And that begs the question, too, (as Eor asked in a letter to a Boston Globe writer who said roughly the same thing the other day), does he have a lawyer friend who expects to get rich off the suits which would be brought against the government for racial profiling?

But, if he makes so much money, how come he doesn't just charter his own flight so he won't have to come through security?

Again, though, we had so many nice people come through during the day, I think he was the only asshole, and several people every day say that they appreciate the work we're doing. I SO appreciate people who are nice!