The Gods have descended

So let's see, it's been roughly a month since the big fire of '08 and we've yet to see new carpet or paint down here. This means we still work five days a week with a nice muted ashy/smoky/burnt-plastic smell.

Yummmm.

But perhaps all that will come to an end in the next couple of weeks (read: by December) as the all-knowing and all-wonderful Wizard of Oz - I mean CEO - has descended from up high (and from behind the curtain) to grace up with his presence to tell us how crappy our office areas look and how unprofessional it appears. Good to know.

And it's not like everyone has been preaching that tune since before I even came to work here... that is inconsequential. No, no... The great almighty figure-head has deemed it too tacky (not his exact words) to continue as is.

So after telling everyone in earshot how insane it would be for someone to carry the giant water bottle down the long hall to the water cooler (despite the fact all of us in earshot have probably done it more than once and yet, he himself has never lifted one), he's decided to re-work our entire work space to his liking.

Whatever... it's still a glorified rat maze of half-closet/half-cubicle nightmares they call offices. Paint, carpet and new furniture won't make this any more of a luxurious space. You'd need far more money or at least a few bulldozers and a rebuilding crew to make that happen.

Oh well, maybe they'll paint while we're here and we can enjoy some of the fumes for a few days. It'll put a nice buzz on while we work.