March 20th, 2006

Conan the King (Conan the Barbarian)

Heavy Traffic

I drove in today so I can bring those damn shelf units back to Home Depot easily, as well as bring my toolbag, which would be a pain in the ass to carry on the subway along with my laptop bag. There was so much traffic in that first leg of my journey that I thought that if I was going to die on the highway, nobody would know for hours... I've been thinking about making a companion piece to The Commuter's Lexicon about driving...

I'm not taking the Star Trek personality quiz because I've already taken it.

Because I don't have those closet shelf units in place, much of what would be neatly ordered in the closet is occupying my bedroom and a table in the living room (I can say that I have a living room now; what a difference a few changes can make to a space). I know its only temporary, but it is really annoying after working so hard to get the place in order to have to wake up this morning to disorder once again.

On the other hand, the office chair that I bought from the Liquidators is fantastic. It's small, comfortable and very convenient.
Inigo (The Princess Bride)

The Dark Side

My job has its ups and downs, but there is one thing about it that I really like, and that is the Dark Side, which is what we call the phone room in the building where I keep my tools. While it is not widely discussed, and since 9/11 a lot less common as well, field technicians often keep their tools and a stock of supplies in the field. It makes things a lot easier to have a home base of operations. In my case, this is a building in my old district, but it is right next to the 6 train, so it is still very convenient.

What happens is that we develop a symbiotic relationship with the building. We keep the room clean and make sure that nothing is going on down there that shouldn't be, and we will take first crack at telephony issues they might have. Sometimes this may be an actual downed line, other times it may simply be them consulting us as to which cables on a renovated floor to cut. In return, we have a place to hang our tools and somewhere that we can conduct business from. It also gives us a place where we can eat our lunches, program cards and do maintainence on our tools, the latter of which is very important in my opinion.

The thing is, only craft ever comes down here, and so when you've been there for a while, away from management eyes, the room itself starts to develop an identity of its own. We have dialtones, a locker where we keep smartjacks, cards, testing units, housings, transformers, scotchlocks, tiewraps and everything a growing tech needs to do his job out in the field. However, we also have a TV with cable, VCR and DVD, we have a dartboard, a card table, a shitload of books, a refrigerator (which is pretty much only used for condiments and to keep our bottled water cold), a microwave, internet access... it's very comfortable down here. It's primary function is as a workplace. But I've worked out of this building for a combined total of five years now, and it has become a place of comfort and familiarity. It gets a little hot here in the summertime, but nevertheless this is a place where I can feel pretty safe and it is very convenient. Right now, it is nice to be able to finish up my work after a hectic day somewhere that allows me this level of relaxation.


And for my new icon...



Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father.
Prepare to die.

Now, offer me money.

Power too. Promise me that.

Offer me everything I ask for.


I WANT MY FATHER BACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!


Yes, I now have two icons of the same actor, albeit very, very different roles.