August 7, 2007

Candid Camera.

During our merry little adventures, once in a while Earl and I will see a woofster out in the wild that simply takes our breath away. There are times we have common tastes so if we both “woof” at someone in unison and are armed with a camera, we might try to non-chalantly sneak a picture of said woofster. It’s a rare event, but it happens.

We did the candid camera routine during our 2005 visit to the House of the Mouse. This handsome bear and his partner were at Epcot at the same time as we were and happened to be taking photos near where we were standing. Earl and I woofed in unison and we snuck a photo for our little woofster collection. His picture even made it into our Disney scrapbook, evoking a question from my sister, “Who’s that?” “Oh, just someone cute.”

Well we ran into Mr. Woofster online last night. Doing a search of Albany turns out he lives in Albany, Ga. I was busy in the studio when I heard Earl yell – “You’re not going to believe this.” There he was in all his world wide web glory. So we dropped him a line and said hello and admitted that we snuck a photo of him.

I think he was flattered, however, I don’t think we made the same impression. Nonetheless, at least we now have a name to go with the face.

Iceberg Ahead.

There are many uncertainties when a person joins a workgroup environment. Will the person in the cube next to me use their perfume as a marinade? Does anyone count the number of trips that I make to the bathroom? Will I get hollered at for standing on my chair to talk to the person in the next cube over? Luckily, my fears have gone unfounded on these questions unless the NSA is keeping track of me pee breaks or something.

The chief concern of our workgroup boils down to two simple words. Temperature control. I discovered early on that he who holds the rights to the thermostat essentially holds the secrets to the universe.

Working in a fancy place called the “Network Operations Center”, we have a LOT of computer equipment and related electronic devices scattered all over the place. To maintain optimum efficiency, it’s important that they run at their proper temperature, so the room has to be relatively cool to achieve this. Being a diehard geek I totally get this and understand it and so I know how to deal with it. I do have metabolism on my side, however, as my body temperature is always unusually low, hovering around 95 or so degrees Fahrenheit. I’m hardly ever cold. Except when I’m at work. At work, I freeze to death.

The room is actually a bunch of smaller rooms with all the walls knocked down and then subsequently divided up by having cubicles thrown all over the place. Our supervisor sits in the middle of the chaos and closest to the thermostat. He holds the secrets to the universe. Having to deal with the headaches associated with his job and other fun scenarios, it’s understandable that his blood pressure boils and makes him warm. So he cools the place down by spinning the dial down. This results in a couple of things. The co-worker behind me starts chattering her teeth like Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin to arrive. The co-worker next to me wraps up in a shawl, sometimes so tightly that she looks like she’s mourning the death of something. Apparently I’m cold blooded because I go into hibernation mode where my eyes glaze over, my web browser browses aimlessly and I eat little scraps of food. I then announce that I’m coming back from lunch with a parka, complete with hood. To add to the fun, I bark over the intercom for someone to pick up a can of Alpo for the sled dogs.

It is then that a brave soul takes a letter opener and jimmies it under the thermostat control, getting the dials to spin in the other direction. Good by Alaska, hello Arizona. But at least it’s a dry heat.

And so it goes, eight hours of a temperate roller coaster. I have to admit though, I kind of enjoy the ride and the folks I’m riding with.