Terrible Analogies

Our new manager reported in for work on Monday.  Look out….

I was taking to a friend at work today when I mentioned the words “daylight savings time”.  He, acting all smug, corrected me saying, “It’s pronounced daylight saving time.”  Stunned by the sudden admonishment, I pulled up Webster and pointed out the following:

Main  Entry: daylight saving time

Function: noun

Date: 1919

: time usually one hour ahead of standard time —called also daylight saving, daylight savings, daylight savings time, daylight time

Oh….in your face, hipster tier 3 guy!  It’ll always be “savings” to me.

Speaking of DST, I move that we change the time that we move the clocks ahead one hour to 4pm on Friday.  Sure, it’ll suck when we have to move the clocks back an hour, but that just means one extra hour of overtime.  In my eyes, that’s a win/win.

…So little time.

Oh, and before I forget, check out this awesome new point-and-click adventure game called Machinarium. Anyone want to buy me a copy?

Q: What happens what a rat gnaws through the wires leading to a live circuit breaker?

A: You get one very dead rat, and one very dark data center.

Working a bit of overtime a couple of weeks ago, I was trapped inside on a beautiful Saturday afternoon staring at a computer screen, working on my fluorescent tan in cubicle hell, asking myself who I could have possibly offended in a previous lifetime to have earned this dubious position in life. Finally, after many hours of carefully treading that fine line between numbing boredom and maniacal rage, I let out a muffled, desperate huff, threw my hands above my head, stood up and stomped my way out of the office to grab a breath of fresh air.

Spying an inviting bench on the far side of the lawn, I thought I’d sit for a spell and take in a few minutes of scenery that this carefully position piece of cement future must offer.  I mean, why else was it placed there if not to offer a key vantage point to a vast expanse that showcases the meshing of man and his environment?

Taking a seat, I let out a slight sigh of relief from the pressures of my daily duties.  Anxious to unwind I looked up, expecting to be awed and humbled by a scenic vista spreading out before me, but instead I was greeted with this sad sight:

Hmmm, not exactly what I was hoping for.  Standing up and moving three feet to my left revealed the panorama I had been expecting to see:

I swear, next weekend I’m bringing my own hedge trimmers…