Friday, July 02, 2004
If only those walls could speak, if only we had ways of making them TALK. |11:32 AM| Signs in the breakroom claim that construction or renovation or something is being performed, and that it will be completed on July 7th. This breakroom shares one of the 2 largest walls of my office. Throughout the day, I hear workers drilling, pounding, sawing, and apparently using small amounts of dynamite (Extra noisy flavor) as the noises are carried through the wall and bounce around this tiny room like drunks at the helm of a semi-truck.
From the piss poor sounding use of drills, nearly random pounding of hammers and other signs that the work is not being done by the best in the business, I am beginning to doubt that this is actual construction. I think the wall knows something, and they are trying to torture it into speaking.
Who knows what the wall has heard? Maybe they need to know what of their company secrets the wall knows, or perhaps it heard something from another wall at a competitor. Whatever it is, the wall is clearly made of stern stuff, as the hideous din of tools continues.
Hmmm, perhaps the noise all day is driving me insane.
If only those walls could speak, if only we had ways of making them TALK. |11:32 AM| Signs in the breakroom claim that construction or renovation or something is being performed, and that it will be completed on July 7th. This breakroom shares one of the 2 largest walls of my office. Throughout the day, I hear workers drilling, pounding, sawing, and apparently using small amounts of dynamite (Extra noisy flavor) as the noises are carried through the wall and bounce around this tiny room like drunks at the helm of a semi-truck.
From the piss poor sounding use of drills, nearly random pounding of hammers and other signs that the work is not being done by the best in the business, I am beginning to doubt that this is actual construction. I think the wall knows something, and they are trying to torture it into speaking.
Who knows what the wall has heard? Maybe they need to know what of their company secrets the wall knows, or perhaps it heard something from another wall at a competitor. Whatever it is, the wall is clearly made of stern stuff, as the hideous din of tools continues.
Hmmm, perhaps the noise all day is driving me insane.
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