och, my eyes!

they recently have been working on some ”innovations” at my office building. i’ll spare you my rant about using a sign that says ”Pardon Our Innovation” and just share the glorious new design they’ve installed.


the elevator entry on my floor. you can see the offending sign in the corner.



the main entryway in the lobby; you can see elevators to the right and the directory to the left.


the best part is that they messed up the alternating pattern at the far end. or maybe i just don’t get the artistic vision.



the bathrooms are also being done to match. fantastic.


a close up of the surface. i hear it’s recycled glass. suddenly i feel very against recycling.

BONUS PICTURES!

yes, i took my camera in the bathroom stall, as well, to snap this fuzzy shot of the disposal picture. why did i do such a thing? i was bemused by the fact that if this were to scale, that tampon would be about the size of a Red Bull can. eeps!



my new inbox setup at work. the bottom sign says actual work and points down… to the bin.

it’s stuff like this…

saw something this morning that really made me angry and sad. standing in line at Best Buns (which, by the way, sells some fantastic baked goods), i saw a well-dressed white man with a bag in his hand walk behind the counter and ask a worker for napkins. the worker was back staff, if you will — the busboy type of work where you don’t interact with the customers, you just put stuff away and clean up the messes. so the worker was doing his job when this fellow walked around and asked for napkins. i couldn’t hear or see the worker, really, but the man had to repeat himself… the worker must’ve said something like “i don’t know” because the man walked away, and said aloud, exasperated “of course not.”

then he stood near the milk/sugar station to pick up some napkins. right there. in the open.

my first assumption had been that there were no napkins at the station (they were really busy this morning) and that’s why he was asking. but no. he needed special napkins(?).

now, there’s some interpretation on my part here, but i got the impression (even without seeing the worker) that the man was upset because that damn immigrant piss-ant didn’t know anything. now he was going to have to wait and take those regular napkins that were out for all the people to use.

shortly after the worker came out with a giant bag of napkins and handed some to the man, which the man took without a thank you.