It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
...hell hole
The grey building loomed ahead, uninspiring, creaking, an appalling dank hole of a place. Opening the the large front door, the over-talkative Security guard moaned to a passing victim woes on the world. He couldn't secure a padlock. All I could concentrate on was the smell from the floor — a recent flood of the entrance lobby had created an almighty stench. Images of dead rats, rotting fish and stinking effluent raced thought my mind as I held my breath and nose and skipped up the remaining steps, passing the smokers outside including Scary Smokin' Steve muttering and rocking away to himself smoking and chewing nicotine gum at the same time. "Does he ever do any work?" I pondered as I arrived on my floor. The air-conditioning (the condition was 'appalling') chugged laboriously, the lights flickered like bad city neon, the myriadic hues of blue carpet tiles ran ahead like a section of Michael Jackson's "Billie-Jean" video but nowhere near as spectacular. A pudgy technician in a Star Wars t-shirt wheezed — "Network is down, mate. No point logging on." — I sighed heavily, pushed my mouse away in disgust and walked to the coffee machine. Soulless programmers hovered, exchanging binary coded words without a flicker of emotion. The reason for their muted unrest was soon obvious, somewhat prophetically, there was no coffee in the machine. "Good Morning" a chirpy feminine voice reported. The throng of code-monkeys stared remorselessly like she had just uttered the foulest of swear words. She turned on her heels and left and so did I.