Minor things I hate about my job right now.
1) The pile driver somewhere far below that is busily driving...piles...all damn day. It's somewhere in the remains of the central artery, and we can't see where it is, but BOY does that noise travel right on up 39 floors and into my head. Is it really called a pile driver, or did I make that up?
2) The cafe dinners. This is something I hate from last week. The dinner choices at night in the caf have gotten real bad, man. Real bad. They used to be fine, sort of a three-week rotation of your standard high-end cafeteria food, two entree choices a night plus the salad bar and whatever was leftover from lunch. But now they are on a one week rotation of theme nights, such that every Thursday is breakfast food, and every Wednesday is something they call "The Amazing Race" which appears to just mean "not regular American/New England food" (past offerings include fried chicken, arroz con pollo somehow sans the pollo, and noodle bowls). This isn't a huge deal for me, since usually I am not here for dinner. But people are getting antsy. Like, angry-mob antsy. A subset of people eat dinner here more or less every night, and they are tired of eating the same things. I had to stay late enough last week a few times to be here for dinner, but the offering was just too gross-sounding, so I held out until I could go home. The caf is also only open for dinner at 7:30, and you have about 20 minutes to get down there before all the food is gone. 7:30 is late for dinner when you had lunch at noon, or even 1pm. I guess my point is that the whole dinner-cafeteria thing is unpleasant.
I can see now that what I am doing here is rambling, so I am just going to turn that off and get to work.
