Tuesday, December 04, 2018

Insane In the Membrane, Part Whatever


We've been working in offices like this one since the early mid-80s, and Monday we got a new one - the one above.  The company we work for relocated (translation: we were unsuccessful negotiating a new lease with our old landlord) so we moved about five miles over to a new location.  It's a much easier commute for us even though it's still outside the protective membrane (Highway I-285).  It's a direct, pretty-much straight-line drive through fewer traffic choke points, so our commuting time is significantly reduced. Here in Atlanta, commuting time is a major quality-of-life issue. Also, for extra added bonus points, it's near a concentrated cluster of ethnic Asian (Vietnamese, Cantonese and Thai) restaurants, so we can look forward to a lot of new culinary adventures.

The football pool was mailed out today.  If you didn't get a copy, it's probably because we're not related by blood or marriage.  Sorry . . .

Speaking of offices, though, rest in peace George H.W. Bush.  We suspect that regardless of what the medical records say, you died because you were so appalled at the butt monkey now occupying your old office. Also, while on the subject, we talked with a gentleman of color the other day, who unironically told us that his favorite U.S. President was, wait for it, Ronald Reagan.  So, yeah, diversity, man.

No comments: