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Jan. 16th, 2002
WHAT A FINE ADVENTURE POKEY!!!!!!!!!!
Jan. 16th, 2002 11:41 amSubject should be in Courier font and strikeout, but LJ doesn't let me do that in subject lines. Grr.
Mom woke me up at 8:00, I finally got up at about 8:45, and then at 9 Rich (mom's boyfriend) arrived. We piled into his van, drove a couple miles down the road to the Unocal/76 offices, where mommy works as a security guard, and she greeted the guard in the guardshack and told said guard why we were there. And why were we there, you might ask? Well, it seems that in the back buildings of this corporate maze, there's a lot of old office furniture. A lot of old office furniture. As in, dozens of rooms full. Chairs, desks, bookcases, filing cabinets, ancient typewriters, even a few lamp and one elderly gigantic TV. And it's all for sale, most of it ten bucks a piece.
We had to wait a while for them to get the right guy informed, and to get badges, and while we waited a couple people came over and made brief conversation with us. Apparently mom's coworkers know aaaall about me... *glares cheerfully at the mother* Rich put it best when he noted that even the maintenance guy came over and looked in the car to see if I really didn't have two heads. Eventually we got the okay, and we went ahead through the maze of crumbling buildings of all sorts of architechtural designs, till we got to the right one.
And then we went in. And I went through. And tried just about every single chair in the place.
Mom, Rich, and the guy with the keys basically stood around and talked for half an hour or so while I wandered around the building, going into all the rooms and poking all the chairs. You would not believe how many different chairs they had, piled on top of each other, tossed in corners, lined up in rows... wheely chairs, four-legged chairs, high-backed chairs, low-backed chairs, chairs with armrests, chairs without, gray, green, beige, black, red, blue... even one leather chair, but it was quite uncomfortable. And I went through and tried all the ones that looked likely. I finally found a very nice one in which I sit now -- wheely, rolly, leans back, very soft, has arms... I'll take a picture sometime, and a comparison picture of my old chair.
However, Rich had also gotten a chair. And so had mom. And we'd also gotten a massive, MASSIVE bookcase. And we had to load it all into the van. And still have room enough for me in the back too.
It took about five minutes, but we finally got everything in. I sat on the floor of the van, back against the bookcase, one of the chairs OVER MY HEAD. The seat was about five inches from my face. It was quite amusing, really. As we approached the guard shack on the way out, I noticed a sign and read it aloud... "'All vehicles subject to search'? Oh, no! They'll FIND me!" Heh.
We got home, we unloaded all the stuff, now I'm sitting in my comfy new chair pondering the fact that I need to move the monitor a couple inches to the right now that I don't have a chair that I can shove all the way to the left in my desk's kneehole.
The best part is that apparently boy's going to go and get a chair sometime next week. And I'm going to come with, just so I can play with all the rooms of abandoned furniture again. *cackles*
Mom woke me up at 8:00, I finally got up at about 8:45, and then at 9 Rich (mom's boyfriend) arrived. We piled into his van, drove a couple miles down the road to the Unocal/76 offices, where mommy works as a security guard, and she greeted the guard in the guardshack and told said guard why we were there. And why were we there, you might ask? Well, it seems that in the back buildings of this corporate maze, there's a lot of old office furniture. A lot of old office furniture. As in, dozens of rooms full. Chairs, desks, bookcases, filing cabinets, ancient typewriters, even a few lamp and one elderly gigantic TV. And it's all for sale, most of it ten bucks a piece.
We had to wait a while for them to get the right guy informed, and to get badges, and while we waited a couple people came over and made brief conversation with us. Apparently mom's coworkers know aaaall about me... *glares cheerfully at the mother* Rich put it best when he noted that even the maintenance guy came over and looked in the car to see if I really didn't have two heads. Eventually we got the okay, and we went ahead through the maze of crumbling buildings of all sorts of architechtural designs, till we got to the right one.
And then we went in. And I went through. And tried just about every single chair in the place.
Mom, Rich, and the guy with the keys basically stood around and talked for half an hour or so while I wandered around the building, going into all the rooms and poking all the chairs. You would not believe how many different chairs they had, piled on top of each other, tossed in corners, lined up in rows... wheely chairs, four-legged chairs, high-backed chairs, low-backed chairs, chairs with armrests, chairs without, gray, green, beige, black, red, blue... even one leather chair, but it was quite uncomfortable. And I went through and tried all the ones that looked likely. I finally found a very nice one in which I sit now -- wheely, rolly, leans back, very soft, has arms... I'll take a picture sometime, and a comparison picture of my old chair.
However, Rich had also gotten a chair. And so had mom. And we'd also gotten a massive, MASSIVE bookcase. And we had to load it all into the van. And still have room enough for me in the back too.
It took about five minutes, but we finally got everything in. I sat on the floor of the van, back against the bookcase, one of the chairs OVER MY HEAD. The seat was about five inches from my face. It was quite amusing, really. As we approached the guard shack on the way out, I noticed a sign and read it aloud... "'All vehicles subject to search'? Oh, no! They'll FIND me!" Heh.
We got home, we unloaded all the stuff, now I'm sitting in my comfy new chair pondering the fact that I need to move the monitor a couple inches to the right now that I don't have a chair that I can shove all the way to the left in my desk's kneehole.
The best part is that apparently boy's going to go and get a chair sometime next week. And I'm going to come with, just so I can play with all the rooms of abandoned furniture again. *cackles*
From the runners-up and honorable mentions to today's TopFive list, Songs Re-Written as News Headlines:
Devo Offers Solution to Dessert Frosting Problems (Larry Hollister, Concord, CA)
Raccoon Survives Brutal Gun Battle, Becomes Televangelist (Peter Rogers, Austin, TX)
Tomorrow's Forecast: 78% Chance of Men (Steven Wilber, Pomeroy, WA) (Wade Kwon, Birmingham, AL)
Increased Complications Accompany Increased Wealth, Says Notorious B.I.G. (Amanda Paulette, Blacksburg, VA)
Kingsmen Mumble Plans: Either Meet Jamaican Girl or Grf Nrble Rmarau (Paul Schindler, Orinda, CA)
Rock Band U2 Continues to Search Area Lost and Found Bins (John Mozena, Grosse Pointe Woods, MI) (Chris Walker, Calimesa, CA)
That was a bizarre list. I liked it.
Devo Offers Solution to Dessert Frosting Problems (Larry Hollister, Concord, CA)
Raccoon Survives Brutal Gun Battle, Becomes Televangelist (Peter Rogers, Austin, TX)
Tomorrow's Forecast: 78% Chance of Men (Steven Wilber, Pomeroy, WA) (Wade Kwon, Birmingham, AL)
Increased Complications Accompany Increased Wealth, Says Notorious B.I.G. (Amanda Paulette, Blacksburg, VA)
Kingsmen Mumble Plans: Either Meet Jamaican Girl or Grf Nrble Rmarau (Paul Schindler, Orinda, CA)
Rock Band U2 Continues to Search Area Lost and Found Bins (John Mozena, Grosse Pointe Woods, MI) (Chris Walker, Calimesa, CA)
That was a bizarre list. I liked it.
I'm apparently getting a TV. Color, purportedly in good condition, and apparently about the same size as the TV in the living room, which isn't huge but certainly isn't some 13-inch job.
I'm going to have to build something to stick on my desk to hold up said TV, but still. BOO-yah!
In other news, fnord.
I'm going to have to build something to stick on my desk to hold up said TV, but still. BOO-yah!
In other news, fnord.