Random Nuclear Strikes

I don’t know what to think of this one. It sounds more like Objectivism to me, but I’ll take it.

You scored as Existentialist. Existentialism emphasizes human capability. There is no greater power interfering with life and thus it is up to us to make things happen. Sometimes considered a negative and depressing world view, your optimism towards human accomplishment is immense. Mankind is condemned to be free and must accept the responsibility. Existentialist 88% Postmodernist 56% Materialist 56% Idealist 38% Modernist 31% Cultural Creative 31% Romanticist 25% Fundamentalist 25% What is Your World View? (updated) created with QuizFarm.com

I think I work in an office of short people.

There is no worry about someone crying about Christmas decorations in our offices and the folks who work in the daytime are going like gangbusters to show off how much they can decorate. My only problem is that I’m 6’7� in my work boots and these folks have no sense of what happens there when the sun goes down or some such affliction.

Yesterday was tinsel day. I know this because when I arrived at my secondary office near the end of the workday, there are multiple strands of tinsel strung across the walls in the long, and somewhat narrow workspace we all occupy. My desk is at the back of that workspace and I now have a gauntlet of low hanging clothesline like tinsel to duck and dodge in order to get to my terminal to work. Someone under the height of 5’10� would not have a problem. But I’m screwed.

I haven’t seen most of the folks who work during the day in a while. I may have to arrive at work early this afternoon to reacquaint myself with them and to see if maybe we hired a bunch of gnomes and no one bothered to tell me. I’ll give out subtle hints about their décor until I get the “Oh my, those are quite low, aren’t they?� response, at which time I’ll ask if they want me to ‘reaffix’ their tinsel a tad bit higher later that night.

I’m willing to spend a few minutes of company time avoiding the possibility of “Wrestling with the Silver Octopus” on some random morning when I forget to watch where I’m walking.

We’ve been getting a lot of fog here in the last couple weeks in the Seattle Metro area. While I was down with the pneumonia there were two days when it just never left. 1500 in the afternoon and it was pea soupy enough I couldn’t see up my street. We’ve also been getting some cold nights.

Last night was the best of both worlds. Or worst, depending on your mindset.

The fog set in for the night around 2100. By midnight, you had to put your wipers on low relay to keep your windshield clear enough to see out of. By 0200, spending more than a couple minutes just standing in it meant that I had to get out a Kleenex and wipe my glasses off and make sure to shake as much of the condensation off my coat as possible when I re-entered the building.

As I was leaving work at 0400, the cold snapped. I work at sea level and live about 400 feet above it. My whole trip home was marked by black ice and fog thick enough to make traffic signals very short notice items. We’re talking 50 feet of warning as to whether the light was red or green. If you got one of the newer LED signals, you might have gotten an extra 25 feet of warning, but not much more.

I know I am not a sadist because only a sadist would listen to this mornings traffic reports. Me, I’ve got other stuff to do.