i’m going down
February 15, 2012
Here at the new building, things are good. The bathrooms are clean and well lit, and the breakroom . . .
Well, the breakroom is no longer a dungeon, but rather a place people actually want to sit and eat lunch in.
We’ve got this fancy new glorified honor box. It’s like a giant vending machine without the machine. Except for a weird contraption where we scan the diet coke we want to buy (they other stuff, but whatever), and then scan our cool little scan card, onto which the company puts some money every month, and which we are free to supplement with cash or card.
Here’s the honor box (with a warning that we’re on camera–who gets the “monitor the honor box” job?)
And the company provides free hot chocolate and tea and coffee with one of those K Cup machines. Which I love.
But, and maybe I’m nitpicking here, but see how in this picture the hot beverage machine is right there, and the door is behind me? But the fancy tiny opening trash receptacles (environmentally concsiously split into “plastic,” “trash,” and “cans”) are WAY over there by the window.
Even in a Willy Wonka’s Factory world like this, if I am adding sugar to my tea over HERE, and I have to go over THERE to throw away my swizzle stick, and then come way back over HERE to exit the breakroom–well, I dunno, what do YOU think will happen?
One more thing about the new building. The elevator talks to you. At the end of every day, I get in the elevator, and feel like I’m Mickey Rourke at the end of Angel Heart.
I’m going DOWN!