As I write this, I'm sitting at our dining room table, waiting for my sweat-soaked shirt to dry. I should be at work right now, but I arrived at the subway station to find a crowd of people surrounding an MTA officer with torches and pitchforks. He was trying to explain to them that the nearest operational subway station was in suburban Philadelphia, and the best way to get to Manhattan was to swim.
New York had a bit of a rough morning, and with a target heat index somewhere in an empty box on my chart it doesn't look like it's going to get better. So while I'm waiting let's catch up on a couple things...
A week and a half ago my company was acquired by another. Rumors had been flying around for a while, and there was some understandable anxiety about what might happen to us if it happened. Personally, I've had a pretty positive outlook on the whole thing. Our company wasn't exactly dominating the industry, and I think there's a much better chance that I'll actually be doing something I'm good at under the new regime. They're consolidating offices in New York, so in a few months I'll replace my near instantaneous commute with a longer trip to one of the city's less desirable neighborhoods. But since the new office will actually have windows I consider it an upgrade.
Better yet, I met some of the new guys last night, and I noticed that (a) they can drink, (b) they host poker night every Tuesday and play fantasy football, (c) they can drink a lot, and (d) did I mention they can drink? That's what we call a "cultural fit."
Regardless, it should be an interesting ride...
57 Channels and Nothing On
When Excalibur joined the family, we needed to upgrade our cable box so Drew Carey's pores can be seen in all they're shimmering glory. Unfortunately, the box they gave us had some operational issues, so they sent a cable guy over to take care of it.
Two and a half hours later, the cable guy gives up. We're staring at the screen, wondering why I now have Cinemax but can't get ESPN. He has recut every wire, replaced every splitter, and tested the signal until it qualified for college credits. I have to admit the guy seemed to know what he was doing, unlike some other people Time Warner Cable hires, but it wasn't a good sign when the supervisor, over speakerphone, says "it may take 48 hours" to resolve the issue.
All this for baseball and reruns? It hardly seems worth it. If it weren't for Flight of the Conchords and the obligatory reruns of Dora I'd unplug the damn thing.
OK, it's getting late, and I really need to get into the office. Time to find some alternate transportation.