Friday, October 28, 2016

Be very afraid

Eh, evidently things are not all well in the halls of non-profits.

Or, to be more specific, things are bloody awful in the computer server room.

I got in to work yesterday morning and noticed goofy-looking bird-prints on the floor of the atrium outside my office. And scratch marks on the walls.

Well—turns out there was more going on than Big Bird:

Looks like there was some kind of violent incident around the entry to the server room…




And signs of terrible things in the room itself:






In fact, there was a warning on the door to the work area:


I think they’re going to have to reset the days-since notice:


Well done, computer guys. Well done.

Makes my little office door decoration look like the toddler class of Halloween style.




Thursday, October 27, 2016

Health and something

A couple of weeks ago, our HR department held a “health and wellness fair”. There were vendors ranging from a health-focused chef serving salad-in-a-jar to mini-massages and a bank.

First off, I’m of the opinion that HR ought to eat its vegetables before it gets dessert, so I’d rather have them focus on things like timely responses to emails, managing benefits and shortening the hiring sequence from months to weeks. However, I thought I’d go down to see what was happening.

Second, I’m not exactly sure what a bank has to do with health and fitness, but whatever.

As part of the event, you carried a paper with your name on it around and got little stickers until you filled up the little sticker area, and dumped it into a box for a raffle.

Frankly, I was perfectly happy with that salad—you put the dressing in the bottom and then layer in a bunch of ingredients until you get to the greens, which in this case included spinach and watercress, and then when you’re ready to eat, you shake up the jar and bob’s your uncle.

That salad was so good that I actually went back down to the fair to thank the chef.

At any rate, I forgot about it until last week when one of my office neighbors appeared in my door while I was working on a PowerPoint deck, and he congratulated me.

Bas Bleu: “Hanh?”
Colleague: “You won a prize.”
Bas Bleu: “Hanh?”
Colleague: “You won a raffle prize. The email just came around.”

Well, it hadn’t for me, but it appeared shortly. And blow me if he wasn’t right: I won something called a NutriBullet.

Bas Bleu: “What’s a NutriBullet?”
Colleague: “I don’t know.”

We both frantically Googled it, he on his mobile phone and I on my desktop. Turns out it’s one of those mini blenders, only this one insists it’s not a blender, but something much better.


Because it “expertly pulverizes fruits, vegetables, superfoods and protein shakes.” Jeezsuperfoods? It had to be superfoods?

I looked at the list of prizes and said, “I would have liked one of the massages.” My colleague said, “I’d like the Fitbit.” (Only, of course, he’d have had to go to the fair to be entered in the raffle, wouldn’t he?)

Well, it turns out that this thing will also pulverize ice, and you can make margaritas with it. So it might be a good thing after all.






Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Hombres y hambre

Something occurred to me as I observed the #badhombres hashtag flying around social media (and being printed onto tee shirts, available for $19.99 plus shipping) since the last presidential debate.

What if the Chaos Monkey was actually saying “bad hambre”—as in, he was really, really hungry? Bigly?

If so, then he should be grateful that we possibly face a future with taco trucks on every corner.



Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Something that's not alligators

So, an emu named Taco walks into a bar…

No, I have not been hitting the sauce. Nor, apparently, did Taco, who was spooked by a neighbor’s dog into jumping her human’s six-foot garden fence and went walkabout.


It was in Florida. Of course.

And how do you round up an emu? “It’s like catching a giant chicken,” said Cpl. David Jacobs, of the Brevard County Sheriff’s office.

That’s gotta be the quote of the year.



Monday, October 24, 2016

Gratitude Monday: presidential choice

As we stagger into the final weeks of this appalling election, I take heart in the small signs that not everyone in this country—or even in this city—has completely lost their sense of humor.

I work in the downtown area of the District They Call Columbia, a block from the Metro Center station. This area has many established fixtures, including a few homeless people who appear there come day, go day, around the calendar; some panhandle, some talk to invisible forces, some just seem to live there.

But one day last August, on my way to the salad bar place, around the Marriott Metro Center Hotel I saw several men dressed in old olive drabs, each with a dog in harness. One was sitting right at the corner of the hotel’s froofy restaurant. As people passed by him he held up a hand-lettered sign that could, I suppose, be construed as extortion.

“$1 or I’m voting for Trump.”

I laughed, but kept on walking, because salad. But I considered the pitch and on my way back to work I asked, “What’s written on the other side?” Yes, it was “$1 or I vote for Hillary.”

(I'm not sure how he assessed pedestrians to determine which side to show. Maybe he didn't; just held up whatever. But he looked pretty savvy.)

Well, I don’t carry cash on my lunch runs, so I took my salad back to the office and rummaged around for a fiver. I got it and my camera and walked back out to his corner. I asked if it was okay if I took his photo, and he said yes. Then I handed him the fiver and told him, “Vote whichever way you please.”


By the time I was heading home, he and his mates were gone, and I’ve not seen them since. I hope they’ve got something better going on for them. But in the meantime, I look back at that clever and amusing hook and I’m grateful for the reminder—from a somewhat unlikely source—that not everyone in this country has lost their minds over this election. I’m holding on to that for the next month.