The mystery of the neat cubicle
The weather people have an odd idea of how to “do” the April Fool’s day. They gave us snow. With more due tomorrow. Not deep, or falling horizontally, but why does spring have to be “the season that arrives really late”. In passing, the birds didn’t get it either.
There were some decent ideas in the media today. Google with a gesture-based email system. Toshiba with a 3d monocle. The world’s smallest nation deciding to put their visual content online, behind a paywall. Yes, that’s an aphorism, and I wasn’t referring to the paywall. The development of printable vinyl records as a way to store MP3 collections. And many, many more. Unfortunately, the politicians scrambling for votes were just providing their usual off the wall content with no regard for the date.
I’m now off from work, and my day meant preparation. The cubicle is so clean that the concierge stopped by, to see if something was wrong. I re-recorded my voicemail messages, in both official languages. Ditto for the “out of office” email trick. Now my secret is out there for the co-workers to debate. I’d love to sow a rumour: something along the lines of “he won the lottery and said bye-bye-boss”, but I’m too straight-laced for that sort of gaming.
I should have taken photos of the cubicle, though. I mean, some things are rare. Along the line of lightning strikes (or lottery wins).
And I reduced the foodstuffs on file to a manageable level. Two cans of soup and a bag of legumes (see yesterday’s discussion about nuts) will seem reasonable if ever the office is searched by the food inspectors. No fruit fly attractions. No bonbons. Just dull stuff.
