Where's my hardhat?
Okay, the renovations of the basement of Brain Tumor Hall have on occasion been annoying and amusing.
Annoying = listening to someone jackhammer directly under your feet for an hour.
Amusing = listening to someone jackhammer directly under your feet for half an hour while a Dean is talking to the faculty committee about how the renovations aren't going to disturb the department. The look on his face was priceless.
Today, though, is really pushing me. Right now, as I type, there is a massive cement truck parked below my office window and it is pumping concrete into the basement of BT Hall through a large hole that has been punched in the side of the building, directly below my office. (Oh and the lights are flickering every ten seconds or so.) This is no longer annoying or amusing. This is fucked up. They start work every day at 4:00 pm. Why? Because most classes are over by then? News flash, Provost Asshat: all the secretaries in BT Hall are required to work from 8-5. Why can't the construction work start at 5?
This shit keeps up and I'm going to start praying for Provost Asshat to get colon cancer.
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*hands Redz an asprin*
and if you're telling 'Provost Asshat to get colon cancer', he'll have to go to the Colon Cancer Hall, no?!? ad then maybe someone else (like a Bluezilla) will wish him/her to get brain tumo(u)r and he/she 'll end up back here. so then Provost Asshat will have colon cancer and a brain tumo(u)r, now that can't be good.