Dream SO

I’m coming back to work from China Express and I see Tall Needle talking to two very pretty black women outside the office building. I want to know if it’s possible to beat someone to death with a lady’s boot. I go up to the ladies and say hello to Tall Needle, and she introduces me to the other women. I am forced to engage with some small talk with them before I can ask about the beating me to death with their boots. As I ask the question I check out their boots, which all have big, clunky soles and heels, not the spiked heels I was expecting. Tall Needle makes a lame excuse and leaves without answering the question. I talk to the two black ladies for a little while and head back into the office.

Women OOO

On the way out of work today I saw Tall Needle talking on the phone. We’ve generally agreed to be friends, but I don’t think she really wants to be friends. She just wants to not deal with what happened between us. I went along with it because I don’t see any point in causing her more suffering. But today it was pretty obvious she was talking to her new boyfriend on the phone, and it hurt.

Statement XII

So I’ve gone over some of the most obvious moral restrictions derived from the Cause Principle (P6) and the Negative Derivative (D2): killing, hurting, and stealing. The next two are one I have a lot to say about and one I have very little to say about.

Dream IV

I was wandering around the office trying to find my cubicle. I kept going through the wrong door and barging in on people who were trying to have meetings. Eventually I ran into (codename) Bent Test, who was sitting at a receptionist’s desk with some other people. That’s when I realized I was on the 7^th floor and needed to get to the 6^th. “You can’t open any of the doors,” he said conspiratorially. “It’s a lock down. She came down here,” he said, referring to the chairman. I told him I was confused, because I had been getting through the electronic locks with my ID.

Dream III

I got on the elevator in a fancy hotel. I hit the button for the lobby. Under the buttons was a screen that showed different information depending on which button you press. It was showing me the three worst professions in the world. A couple floors later a guy and a girl get on. The guy’s shirt is open half way down, and he’s wearing a wool sport coat. His hair is dark and stylishly long. The woman is beautiful, with short blond hair, and a short, tight, strapless blue dress. They see the screen and joke about lawyers being right at the top.

Women II

Wednesday at work I was talking to some people. While we were all chatting about clouds, Thanksgiving, and Sharp Floor, Tall Needle walked around the corner. I have talked about Tall Needle before in the post Women I, but WordPress is not letting me insert hyper links today, so I can’t give it to you in one click.

Code Names

I used to have a blog called Ichabod’s Secret Blog. I never told anyone about it, but I found it very useful for saving my thoughts and venting about work. The problem was that I forgot that I had left it open to search engines. Someone found my blog by doing a web search, and found some things I had written about women at work. One was just my feelings about a relationship I’d had with a woman at work. Another was a random comment I made about a woman I saw at work, but didn’t really know. Neither of these things I would have ever said at work. The first was private, and the second was inappropriate. I just thought I was saying them to myself, but as I mentioned they were found in a web search. Once they were found, they made their way to the executive director’s office at work, and I nearly lost my job.

That had a chilling effect on me blogging for a while, and I went back to paper and pen. But a blog, especially on WordPress, offers more opportunities than a three ring binder and a clip board. So I started this blog. However, having learned my lesson, I have not mentioned a single person’s name at work. I have been trying to keep it kind of vague. Vague only works for so long. It so gets confusing who I’m talking about, that I get confused as to who I am talking about. So I’m going to start giving people code names. So you’ll know that there person I’m talking about in a post this week is the same person I talked about in a post last week, even if you have no idea who that person is.

So I wrote a program that generates random two word code names, like Feeble Face and Iron Smell. Whenever I need one, I will generate ten at random, and pick the one that I think best fits the person it is for. There are 167,670 possible different names, so it should be a while before I run out.