When they wretch it from our bloody fingers

We moved offices over the weekend. We're in an older building with a much lamer cafeteria.


I myself won't complain about the new sucky building just yet. Wait til it starts leaking and the heat won't stop. I've nicknamed our area of the building the greenhouse. It's all glassed in and shit and looks cool, but the maintenance people tell us it gets hot in the summer.

Whatever. I'm not complaining. About the building. I get into my new office and one of my monitors is missing. Um hello. I was kinda pissed, but I tried to take it in stride. They *lost* my good monitor? That thing is valuable. So I go and complain nicely and dude is all cool but he's says "I think that's the one locked to the desk and I can't move it."

Right. Yeah that was me. So good I didn't go in all pissy huh?

I go over there with my keys. Guess what? combo lock. Do I have it. Um. No. Is it my fault. Uh... yeah. Any ordinary man would have given it up by now. But I'm an extraordinary idiot... And it's a bug fuck off monitor.

So I go to the move people on that end ('cause people are moving *in* there as we move out.) and ask for help to "remove" it from the desk. Dude holds up some scissors and says, "These will cut through a penny." I'm all, "score."

We cut. I carry. They didn't ask me for ID or nothing because asking the movers to help you cut something loose that isn't yours is just tooooo balls-y to believe. So they just gave it to me.

So now I have a monitor with a combo lock that has 1000 possibilities and no useful cable. I think I need to take my Dremmel into work tomorrow. Goggles too. Yeah. Eye protection.

Maybe I should rent a facade for my new digs...