Ergonomics

After a year and a half of hearing complaints that the new, expensive, high-tech workstations our upper echelon are so fond of are too low, they finally deigned to send someone around to adjust them. Anyone who had complained (which was just about everyone) had their work station raised the full 1.9 centimeters possible.

Argh...



Stickmaker

Symptomatic

On the way to work I watched as the neckless skinhead in the powder blue pickup ahead of me made a left turn from a row of parking spaces. (Parking spaces and actual left turn lane both clearly marked.) He proceeded to travel another block and a bit, then swerved over into the oncoming lane (complete with oncoming traffic) to make an unsignaled right turn into a parking garage. All while driving well under the speed limit. He may have almost hit a much larger pickup in the garage; I don't know, by the time I rounded the turn they'd both moved.


I do not need this. I have enough stress in my life without having to deal with morons who don't know how to drive but insist on trying.



Stickmaker