The back door buzzer at work is about to drive me buggy.

You see, when I'm working the front desk I have to answer the service door in the back. They buzz me and I look at the security camera and I press the button and say "Yes, can I help you?" and they identify themselves and I buzz them in.

Doesn't that sound simple?
One would think...but there are rather a few idiots coming to our back door. You see, there is only one button, the buzzer, there is no "talk" button, so the occasional person (about one in ten) thinks they have to press the buzzer to talk.

Meaning I tend to have encounters like this:

"Yes, can I help you?"
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
"Sir, please don't..."
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
"Just talk! Don't touch the button!!"

Then they lean in and yell into the buzzer and bust my eardrums. I contemplate getting a knife and killing them, but instead I press the stupid button and let them in.

My favourite encounter, though, was one time there was a guy at the door and I said:

"Yes?"
"Yes?"
"Who are you?"
"Yes?"

I felt like I was talking to Manuel in Fawlty Towers, so I just testily buzzed him in, muttering to myself about idiots at the back door. Then the guy came to the front desk, and he was from RDS. Which sounded just like "yes".

I was glad I didn't yell at him!

When we first moved to this office, back in February, a woman came round all of our cubicles and asked who wanted arms on their chairs. Then, about three weeks ago, PostIts were stuck on the outsides of our cubicles, indication who wanted armrests. There is still, however, nary an armrest in sight.

I have decided that the PostIts no longer mean "These are the people who want armrests--please give them some", but instead mean "These are the people who really wish they had armrests. They are much sadder than the people who never wanted armrests at all!"

I am so sick of this ever-changing weather!

I mean, I could stand it if I would occasionally dress appropriately--I have spent the past three weeks broiling in my parka, freezing in shirtsleeves, and either broiling or freezing in my light jacket. You'd think the law of averages would dictate that I'd have to at least accidentally get it right every so often, but nope, not a sausage!

I was at work 'till 9 last night, and as soon as everyone in my immediate area left, I cranked that music up.

I listened to the swell mix tape that Karma made me, and laughed out loud when "Mickey" came on. I was completely unable to stop myself from singing along at the top of my lungs! Les Miz was nothing compared to this!

O Mickey what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
O Mickey you're so pretty can't you understand
It's guys like you, Mickey
O what you do Mickey, do Mickey
Don't break my heart Mickey!

80's nostalgia is so weird!

One year ago today:
"What a wonderful story!"

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