not a great day
07 Jul
The queue at the security door looked like some sort of dead man walking/green mile/death march this morning.
None of my systems or passwords work today.
Some guy looking for someone who doesn’t work in my building has called me four times in the five minutes, and is unable to understand that dialing the same number over and over will not result in a different phone (at a completely different organization) ringing.
And nobody makes any of these anymore, including this high fructose corn syrup-laden eruption from the memory hole:
Even if the product was disgustingly sweet, you still remember the jingle, don’t you? That it’s now stuck in my head is but one more reason for today’s headline.
