Today I got to work with Automation. For those of you who are not familiar with the unique nomenclature of federal employment, Automation is the department that dresses up in blue glowing body suits and rides around on motorcycles that trail solid walls of light, just like in that movie, Tron. Or wait. Maybe I'm thinking of something else. Yeah... no, that's the movie Tron I'm thinking of, not the Automation department. Automation doesn't do anything like that.
Instead they walk around to all the computers in the library, alternately breaking them or fixing them. Actually only one member of Automation ever seems to fix anything, so I assume the other members' job descriptions focus more on the breaking side ofthe house. Anyway, today I was assisting the fixer person. Her name is Mary Ann. She used to be stranded on an island with a guy named Gilligan, much like in that TV show... wait. No, that was just the TV show. I don't think this Mary Ann was ever stranded on a tropical island. If she was it must have been a horrible experience, because she never speaks of it at all. I imagine it would be pretty horrible having to drive a car made out of coconuts and bamboo everywhere you go. And then somehow the Harlem Globetrotters come and visit, but after they're gone you're still stranded on the island? How much would that have to suck?
But I digress. Mary Ann showed me how to update something on the library's computers, so I got to go around for awhile doing that, which was way funner than my normal job duties, so I've pretty much decided that I need to get a job where I do stuff like what they do in Automation. Either that or a job working as a park ranger. I think I'd be pretty good at outwitting picnic-basket-stealing bears. I'll get back to you on that one though. As it stand now I'll just have to be content with helping Mary Ann from time to time.
7 comments:
you'll never catch me and my pic-anic basket.
yabba dabba doo.
wait, that's that other guy
You had me all excited to think you were going to be on a game show, or better yet got to see someone famous. At least it wasn't about porn.
I don't think I ever initiated a porn related conversation, but I have been trying to humor the people who comment here more... I met David Letterman once, did I ever tell you about that? And once when I was 6 I was on a TV show with a clown. Now THERE'S a story worth telling. Maybe if somebody asks me nice...
And yesterday was indeed my mother's birthday. Not the anniversary of the day Elvis died. That was the day before. I keep meaning to update my website, iPod list included, but then somehow I get busy and don't get to it. Much the same reason as to why this blog doesn't get updated more often. I have three drafts saved that are 80-90% ready to post, yet I haven't found the time to add the extra 10-20%. I suppose I could have done that instead of posting these comments. >:(
Cool, I met Christian Slater once. He's short. He had to stand on a box in order to hug people and sign autographs.
okay maybe he didn't actually hug anyone.
Leos are indeed ok by me.
Especially Jerry's Uncle Leo. He's a hoot. Like when he goes to the doctor, and Elaine draws eyebrows on him??? HAHAHAHAHA... ahhh...
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