I was working today on the largest repetitive task at CompUSA: The Monthly Networking Section Reorganization of Death. This time, they’re really going to make sure it doesn’t get screwed up in a week. We’ll see.
Anyway, one Einstein of a customer decided that the best place to leave his full Starbucks while he chitchatted on his cell phone was the bottom shelf of the very section where I was working. A stray D-Link 108 Mbps Wireless USB adapter chanced to befriend this cup o’ java on its gravity-induced journey toward the floor. I looked down and saw a warm brown liquid rapidly spreading across the lower shelf and nearby floor. Cell Phone Man gives a muffled cry, and can be seen heading toward the exit as I return to the scene with my hands full of paper towels.
I admit that it was my fault the coffee spilled. But what possesses an individual to believe that the bottommost shelf is a satisfactory place to set a cup of anything‽ Gah.
Let’s hope I can get my new schedule approved. The guy who’s supposed to be in charge of that is out of town for two weeks, planning on leaving (promotion). And the guy who’s pretending to be him likes to be a pain. Such as, “Eight hours today? That’s it?” “Ehrm…yeah, seeing as I got hired for 16 hours per week and I’m going to give y’all twenty, and I rather enjoy living for the most part…”
Mmm…I miss Rachel already.