And guess where the doors are?
Right. Behind. My desk.
Of course. Does an alarm go off if you prop the door open? Our floor has an alarm, and they had to send out an e-mail the other day reminding people NOT to set the alarm off, because they were getting so many false alarms, it was endangering our alarm permit.
Just when I think I can't be any fonder of Sir Ian McKellen... [link]
I don't
think
an alarm will go off, but I'd need to get actual permission to prop open the doors. I won't be doing that, because then I'd have people wandering around the office knocking on my cube walls or shouting "Hello! Hello? HELLO." because they don't know where to go.
I'd rather listen to the futile sound of the rattling doors.
I thought I might have more motivation to be at work today (or, really, be awake) than I did yesterday, but I don't.
Oh well.
I thought I might have more motivation to be at work today (or, really, be awake) than I did yesterday, but I don't.
I think I am in a state that may not actually count as being conscious.
I'm napping right now AIFG!
Ditto. Tritto.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out how to organize the top of my desk, and I think the Desk Apprentice may be just the thing!
Bah. Am too hungry to continue napping. So off I go to get food... pro'lly a Philly steak and cheese, with soup.
Man, I almost want a shirt that says "Fuck off, I'm gay." If only for the fact that, you know, not gay.
I remain a firm believer in outing public figures and celebrities despite all the highfalutin' crap I've taken over the years from straight folks who just don't get it.
Yeah, I'm one of those straight folks that don't get it, I have to admit.