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weaktwosToday at work was rather good. There were two items of interest.
Item 1: I was not able to get to the gym today, but I did go out and take a walk around the walking track for a light workout. Mid-way through my planned workoutlet, my mind is enthralled with the music I'm listening to on the ipod, and my head is tilted downward. I'm listening to the music, looking at the rocks in my path.
Suddenly, I see a rock fall in front of my feet. Then another.
The geography of my company's campus is such that one side of the walking track is about 30 feet from an elevated portion of Arden Way. I look up and see a bunch of punks. They are looking at me and laughing.
My thought processes intrigue me. I was not afraid. I was just amazed that these kids were trying to throw rocks at me. I just kept walking and staring at them. They kept trying to throw rocks at me, and kept missing.
I was still rather flummoxed that this was happening to me, and I was pondering my response to these events when I realized, "Duh" that I have a cell phone. Eventually I turned around to look at them, and then I noticed two other coworkers walking on the track, and they started throwing junk at them as well. As I watched this, I whipped out my cell phone and dialed campus security.
The kids though I was calling the police, so they broke into a run and called me a "Bitch".
Punks. The Police were called, but I'm not certain that the kids could be found by the time they arrived.
It is also interesting to note that someone started a fire along the embankment between Arden Way and our property, which is roughly the same area where the punks were tossing rocks at me. Part of me wonders if they caused that problem as well.
2. My mother, who works elsewhere in the same company that I work at, came to my desk and asked me to help her operate the photobooth. The purpose of the photobooth is to take pictures for an online profile directory so that employees around the company can see what each other looks like.
So, she pulls me aside to complain about how uncomfortable the booth is and how it's hard to operate. This is funny, considering people have been using it for years without incident.
But after she got that out of her system, including complaints of how uncomfortable it was for her to pose for the camera, she ended up taking a bunch of goofy photos. Sadly, we could not save them. But they sure were funny.
Item 1: I was not able to get to the gym today, but I did go out and take a walk around the walking track for a light workout. Mid-way through my planned workoutlet, my mind is enthralled with the music I'm listening to on the ipod, and my head is tilted downward. I'm listening to the music, looking at the rocks in my path.
Suddenly, I see a rock fall in front of my feet. Then another.
The geography of my company's campus is such that one side of the walking track is about 30 feet from an elevated portion of Arden Way. I look up and see a bunch of punks. They are looking at me and laughing.
My thought processes intrigue me. I was not afraid. I was just amazed that these kids were trying to throw rocks at me. I just kept walking and staring at them. They kept trying to throw rocks at me, and kept missing.
I was still rather flummoxed that this was happening to me, and I was pondering my response to these events when I realized, "Duh" that I have a cell phone. Eventually I turned around to look at them, and then I noticed two other coworkers walking on the track, and they started throwing junk at them as well. As I watched this, I whipped out my cell phone and dialed campus security.
The kids though I was calling the police, so they broke into a run and called me a "Bitch".
Punks. The Police were called, but I'm not certain that the kids could be found by the time they arrived.
It is also interesting to note that someone started a fire along the embankment between Arden Way and our property, which is roughly the same area where the punks were tossing rocks at me. Part of me wonders if they caused that problem as well.
2. My mother, who works elsewhere in the same company that I work at, came to my desk and asked me to help her operate the photobooth. The purpose of the photobooth is to take pictures for an online profile directory so that employees around the company can see what each other looks like.
So, she pulls me aside to complain about how uncomfortable the booth is and how it's hard to operate. This is funny, considering people have been using it for years without incident.
But after she got that out of her system, including complaints of how uncomfortable it was for her to pose for the camera, she ended up taking a bunch of goofy photos. Sadly, we could not save them. But they sure were funny.
