Showing posts with label whining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whining. Show all posts

15 April 2015

Rugged Individualism

Maybe not as much as I thought.

I was visited on Monday by an employee from one of my tenants who complained bitterly that the power wasn't on in her office, or in the break room.

"Did it just happen?" I asked.

"No, it went out Friday. We tried to call you but there was no answer." (Unlikely, at best. The land line forwards to my cell phone when I leave for the day.)

The breaker panel for her room is located 50 feet from her office door. She refused to be shown where it was, telling me "It's not in my job description."

I'll assume she has the wherewithal to turn on her own office lights, although I could be wrong. I fail to see how flipping one switch is different from flipping another switch, a little farther away.

Sigh...

I do wonder who feeds and dresses her, though.

20 November 2009

Another Friday Grab-bag o' Stuff

It's currently 6 degrees at my place, and low-lying clouds seem to be rolling in. The weather-wonks at AccuHunch say it will slowly begin a warming trend, and there's a chance of snow for the next several days. Even a few inches would be nice; the ground is certainly cold enough, after a week of subzero lows & single-digit highs.

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Local news is filled with details of the city's budget struggles, accusations and counter-accusations about whether the previous mayor told the Assembly there would be a severe shortfall. It grows tiresome; instead of pointing fingers, and trying to affix the blame, couldn't we just work on the budget? Please?

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In an update to my previous post, it appears the Postal Service will let volunteers answer letters to Santa in North Pole, Alaska, after all. The USPS had previously suspended that program due to security concerns, citing an incident on the East Coast. Gee, cancel Christmas because some numbskull 4,400 miles away did something bad. The Grinch, it appears, is alive and well, but was forced to retreat. Just another case of the bureaucracy talking down to the "little people."

But woe unto the bureaucrats when the "little people" get together and start talking back. I have a feeling it won't be pretty, if/when that dam finally bursts.

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That's enough of that. As I said yesterday, I've had too much politics and too little restoration of soul.

I hope you have a great and restful weekend - thanks for stopping by.