Nobody gets their lame asses in here before 9am on Friday: the HR Manager and the Design Center Director both have every Friday off, and nobody’s fucking been to work this whole week, cause when we’re slow, everybody’s encouraged to take their vacation time, including our ever-punctual receptionist.
So I walked in this morning to a dark office and the security alarm going off. One of the junior architects had come in just after 8, set the thing off, and had no idea what to do about it.
I turned it off, security called, and I told them not to call the police, gave them the password that went with my verification code, and hung up. It’s apparently a $100 fine every time the police show up and there’s not an actual emergency. We know this because my own boss, Blaine, used to set the goddamn thing off all the time.
What a fun way to start the day.
Of course, nobody being in the office also means I get to screw off even more than usual today.
Fucking sweeeeeet.
I’ve got “The Women of Our Occupation” edits to do.
EDIT: Yup. They called the police. A fun visit from Johnny Law! Yay!
