This is, like, the best commercial ever.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Blackout
I work at a company that mainly employs men. This isn’t really out of the ordinary, there just aren’t a whole lot of women in engineering, and since this is sort of an engineering firm, well there you go. We have one female engineer, two if you include me (but I’m temporary, so I guess I doesn’t really count), and then a few women in marketing, sales and HR. The point is - you really don’t see a whole lot of women throughout the day. Even in the women’s bathroom.
There’s a sensor in each of the bathrooms that controls the lights, and I think they go off after 15 minutes or so. The main bathroom has two doors; each door leads to two different halves of the company. The sensor just happens to point to my door, so whenever I have to go to the bathroom, the light turns on as soon as I open the door. If you come in on the other side, it doesn’t pick you up right away.
Today, I walk in and the lights are off, so I move a little further in to set off the sensor. The light turns on and all of a sudden this poor women looks up at me, hands gripping the counter.
“Oh! Wow! You scared me!”
“It got SO dark in here…”
(pause)
“Are you ok?”
Suddenly laughing, “Oh yeah, the lights were on when I came in and they just turned off! I couldn’t remember what side the sensor was on…”
“Good thing I came in then!”
I have no idea how long she was standing there. I didn’t want to ask, because, well, you know. This was, by the way, the second time I saved someone from the darkness. That sort of makes me a “bringer of light,” if you will. They should really move that sensor.
There’s a sensor in each of the bathrooms that controls the lights, and I think they go off after 15 minutes or so. The main bathroom has two doors; each door leads to two different halves of the company. The sensor just happens to point to my door, so whenever I have to go to the bathroom, the light turns on as soon as I open the door. If you come in on the other side, it doesn’t pick you up right away.
Today, I walk in and the lights are off, so I move a little further in to set off the sensor. The light turns on and all of a sudden this poor women looks up at me, hands gripping the counter.
“Oh! Wow! You scared me!”
“It got SO dark in here…”
(pause)
“Are you ok?”
Suddenly laughing, “Oh yeah, the lights were on when I came in and they just turned off! I couldn’t remember what side the sensor was on…”
“Good thing I came in then!”
I have no idea how long she was standing there. I didn’t want to ask, because, well, you know. This was, by the way, the second time I saved someone from the darkness. That sort of makes me a “bringer of light,” if you will. They should really move that sensor.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Cause for Celebration
Dear Amateur Firework Enthusiasts,
I enjoy fireworks as much as the next person. I even enjoy watching the illegal fireworks that are displayed throughout the neighborhood in the weeks leading up to the 4th. I understand completely the joy in sitting out in your lawn chairs watching the lovely colors explode against the night sky, as you and your friends sigh “Oohh”’s and “Aaahhh”’s while trying to figure out just how they get fireworks to display smiley faces in those professional shows.
Here’s the thing about that night sky: It ends at 11. I work in the morning, as do a lot of other people in this neighborhood. Just because you are on summer vacation doesn’t mean the rest of us are. Last night I was tucked in, asleep, peaceful, and finally at a perfect temperature. When I rolled over, a giant “KKAAABOOOOOM, SHhhhhhhzzzzzzz…” made me jump about 10 feet high, and temporarily disturb my ceiling fan.
Not only did this frighten me, it also frightened every single dog in the neighborhood, which includes my dog who sleeps in the room right next to mine. You may have noticed that there are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood, and every single one of them barks like crazy when they get attacked by loud noises in the middle of the night. After forcing my heart back into my chest, I had to listen to about 15 dogs bark followed by their owners’ attempts at getting them quiet by yelling even louder.
The next time you have the urge to play with colorful fire late at night, stop by and I will be more than willing to buy you some sparklers.
All the Best,
M
I enjoy fireworks as much as the next person. I even enjoy watching the illegal fireworks that are displayed throughout the neighborhood in the weeks leading up to the 4th. I understand completely the joy in sitting out in your lawn chairs watching the lovely colors explode against the night sky, as you and your friends sigh “Oohh”’s and “Aaahhh”’s while trying to figure out just how they get fireworks to display smiley faces in those professional shows.
Here’s the thing about that night sky: It ends at 11. I work in the morning, as do a lot of other people in this neighborhood. Just because you are on summer vacation doesn’t mean the rest of us are. Last night I was tucked in, asleep, peaceful, and finally at a perfect temperature. When I rolled over, a giant “KKAAABOOOOOM, SHhhhhhhzzzzzzz…” made me jump about 10 feet high, and temporarily disturb my ceiling fan.
Not only did this frighten me, it also frightened every single dog in the neighborhood, which includes my dog who sleeps in the room right next to mine. You may have noticed that there are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood, and every single one of them barks like crazy when they get attacked by loud noises in the middle of the night. After forcing my heart back into my chest, I had to listen to about 15 dogs bark followed by their owners’ attempts at getting them quiet by yelling even louder.
The next time you have the urge to play with colorful fire late at night, stop by and I will be more than willing to buy you some sparklers.
All the Best,
M
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