Yesterday was.... interesting
Yesterday was mostly made up of fail, but part win.
It started off with me being sort-of late to work due to construction on I-59 North coming in to work. Like, completely stopped, one lane of traffic type construction. Gotta love it.
Then, I left my keys in my ignition and headed in to work. I didn't notice they were in there until I got up to go get some food. So, I asked around the office if anyone had a slim jim, then asked the fire station across the street if they or the police department had anything to open doors, and they didn't. Apparently, no police departments will open your doors anymore unless there's a child or pet trapped inside. It used to be a service they provided. Bastards.
So, I remembered when I did this a few weeks ago, and had to call a locksmith to come out. He had some sort of blood-pressure-cuff-type-thing that he slid in between my door and the frame, pumped it up, and used a glorified coat hanger to pull the lock open from the inside. Seeing as how I work for a medical company, I remembered that we had blood pressure cuffs. I got two people to help me, and we pried open my door, slid the blood pressure cuff between, pumped it up, and used a coat hanger to open my lock. Just call me MacGyver! Saved me $40, and I was quite proud of myself. So, part fail, part win.
I then headed out to get myself some Arby's (cause I was thinking it). I get there, and order one of their new roast burgers (which are actually really good), and order it with double meat, no tomatoes. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, apparently common sense called in sick that day. I got back to my office, opened it up, and it's MISSING THE TOP BUN!!! I'm not even kidding... it was missing the entire top bun. I was staring at cheese and bacon for toppings, bare, naked, staring back at me. And I did what any hungry, red-blooded American would do. I picked it up and ate it. And dammit, it had tomatoes on it! Stupid minimum wage people who can't carry out simple tasks piss me off so badly.
After lunch, I go to make some copies and fax a few things, and I get back in to my office, and my co-worker says that her desk locked itself, and she can't get in it. After going through all of the keys in my desk, and realizing that none of them fit, I start getting creative. I went to the warehouse, gathered as many tools as could be used to tear apart this desk, and get to work.
In a few short minutes (and a few bloody knuckles later) I pried the drawer with the lock open, and took it out. I then took the other drawers out and ripped out the entire locking mechanism with channel-lock pliers (sound familiar, Tim?). It was strangely satisfying to rip the metal apart and "fix" it. One for the win column, I guess.
Besides that, I got to talk a lot with one of my favorite people, the rep for one of our branches... if you can imagine Stacey Keibler, only red-headed, hotter, and actually knows I exist.... then you have her. I got to save her ass for a class she was helping get together (that I was speaking at) by getting her a database of patients to call. She owes me big time for that.
Only kink in the system: she has a boyfriend. That, and she's waaaaaaaaay outta my league. But, she still flirst with me and is calling me more frequently, for personal stuff, not just work. So, all's not lost, right?
And for the record, she's not the "work crush" I've been talking about on Twitter. That girl works in my office, and subsequently also has a boyfriend. Oh well.
Here's to a fun weekend!
It started off with me being sort-of late to work due to construction on I-59 North coming in to work. Like, completely stopped, one lane of traffic type construction. Gotta love it.
Then, I left my keys in my ignition and headed in to work. I didn't notice they were in there until I got up to go get some food. So, I asked around the office if anyone had a slim jim, then asked the fire station across the street if they or the police department had anything to open doors, and they didn't. Apparently, no police departments will open your doors anymore unless there's a child or pet trapped inside. It used to be a service they provided. Bastards.
So, I remembered when I did this a few weeks ago, and had to call a locksmith to come out. He had some sort of blood-pressure-cuff-type-thing that he slid in between my door and the frame, pumped it up, and used a glorified coat hanger to pull the lock open from the inside. Seeing as how I work for a medical company, I remembered that we had blood pressure cuffs. I got two people to help me, and we pried open my door, slid the blood pressure cuff between, pumped it up, and used a coat hanger to open my lock. Just call me MacGyver! Saved me $40, and I was quite proud of myself. So, part fail, part win.
I then headed out to get myself some Arby's (cause I was thinking it). I get there, and order one of their new roast burgers (which are actually really good), and order it with double meat, no tomatoes. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, apparently common sense called in sick that day. I got back to my office, opened it up, and it's MISSING THE TOP BUN!!! I'm not even kidding... it was missing the entire top bun. I was staring at cheese and bacon for toppings, bare, naked, staring back at me. And I did what any hungry, red-blooded American would do. I picked it up and ate it. And dammit, it had tomatoes on it! Stupid minimum wage people who can't carry out simple tasks piss me off so badly.
After lunch, I go to make some copies and fax a few things, and I get back in to my office, and my co-worker says that her desk locked itself, and she can't get in it. After going through all of the keys in my desk, and realizing that none of them fit, I start getting creative. I went to the warehouse, gathered as many tools as could be used to tear apart this desk, and get to work.
In a few short minutes (and a few bloody knuckles later) I pried the drawer with the lock open, and took it out. I then took the other drawers out and ripped out the entire locking mechanism with channel-lock pliers (sound familiar, Tim?). It was strangely satisfying to rip the metal apart and "fix" it. One for the win column, I guess.
Besides that, I got to talk a lot with one of my favorite people, the rep for one of our branches... if you can imagine Stacey Keibler, only red-headed, hotter, and actually knows I exist.... then you have her. I got to save her ass for a class she was helping get together (that I was speaking at) by getting her a database of patients to call. She owes me big time for that.
Only kink in the system: she has a boyfriend. That, and she's waaaaaaaaay outta my league. But, she still flirst with me and is calling me more frequently, for personal stuff, not just work. So, all's not lost, right?
And for the record, she's not the "work crush" I've been talking about on Twitter. That girl works in my office, and subsequently also has a boyfriend. Oh well.
Here's to a fun weekend!