Yeah, Hi...

if you haven’t seen the mike judge film “office space”, go rent it and consider yourself cultured on the subject of cubicle life. while never having worked in the cubicle environment, i've always found the film brilliant.

however, it wasn't until recently that i found myself relating to the film on a serious level. in a seriously bad way. a couple times a week i find myself walking into the draughtsmen room of the roads section and asking for work out of them.

bear in mind on monday i wore a nice tie and white shirt. I walked in and basically said, "(yeah) wesley, i'm gonna need (you to go ahead and make me) a long-section of ramp loop A. (that'd be great,) thanks."

i'm turning into bill lumberg. it's just a matter of time before i start saying the stuff in brackets...

about a month ago i received a phone call from the woman in charge of billing asking why i was using a durban job number (10844PE or something) for this one project instead of the correct number (10483PA). i'd already caught the problem for my next timesheet but this had been wrong for the past three months. i explained i'd picked up the problem and made the correction already.

then yesterday, the head director handed me a memo alerting all staff working on this one project that henceforth, all timesheets should stop using 10844PE and instead use 10482PA. i wanted to say, "at least i put the right cover letter on the TPS reports!"

now i'm just waiting for my red swingline stapler to disappear.