I have a device on my desk that is giving the above error. I hate cryptic errors.
I know and understand the reason for cryptic errors on these devices, but I’m pretending I don’t so I can continue to be irritated by it.
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Last night, a few members of our investment club met for a Constitutional Convention (sans white wigs), including
We tried first to meet at Mo’s Pizza up by me, but it had been taken over by a gazillion high school students, who told us they were there for a birthday party. The fourth person was late by about half an hour, so we stood in the lot watching a poor, struggling high school girl try to park her car. She finally gave up and had one of her guy friends park it for her.
We then tried another pizza place, which was closed, and ended up at Famous Pub, which is very dark.
We had written by-laws stolen from another club when we started, but we never really paid any attention to them. So we spent some time changing the laws to reflect how we actually did stuff. I think it’s better now (it was dark in the pub, so who knows?). Though I think we should have an amendment where I get free candy.
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Today I found out that we are moving to another building sometime before the end of the year, so I may or may not be out of an office. They’re going to remodel the area we’re heading to to accomodate us, but that may mean offices, or it may mean quad cubes. The sad thing is the reason we’re moving is all an accounting fiction that won’t save the company money, but may on paper look like it’s saving the engineering department money, though it probably won’t due to reasons that were explained to me but are very complicated in terms of department lease periods and whatnot. Something about we’re still being charged for the 16 people who got laid off, and only moving everybody around will get them off our department’s books. Stupid Dilbert Stuff.
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Busy weekend ahead. Saturday is a breakfast meeting, Kid’s show, Stacey’s going to see Debbie at Dad’s saturday night, Sunday is investment club and a zoo trip. Zounds.
Something about we’re still being charged for the 16 people who got laid off, and only moving everybody around will get them off our department’s books. Stupid Dilbert Stuff.
That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of a company doing. Shouldn’t the fact that those employees were terminated be enough to get them off the books?
Yes, yes it should.
I can top it. For a while we moved our assigned cubicles once every six months. Supposedly for tax purposes. We moved them from one end of the floor to the other. Well, not the cubes, just our stuff. Load all your stuff up in your office chair and haul it to an identical cube fifty feet way. One end of the building to the other. Six months later, repeat in reverse. Oh, by the way, this was an open plan office, so this is one huge room that we are moving from one end of to the other. For two of the moves, my cube was exactly on the dividing line, so I did not have to move, just all the people who had been to my left were suddenly to my right, then back on my left. The last time we did this stupidity they moved the dividing line four feet so I had to move to a different cube. The one across the aisle from the last one. Yes, I moved eight feet. Four months later we moved to a different suite that was the right size so we could not do the dance any longer. This is when I was finally convinced that all corporations are inherently insane.
I consider myself topped.
You were talking about me? Weren’t you? WEREN’T YOU?
I’m not paranoid.
Ha, I didn’t even notice the sentence about “Stupid Dilbert Stuff” when I picked that icon to use.
Stupid non-LJ-using Nicole!
Zounds! What Mounds!
[seen on the Victorian Sex Cry Generator]