Sitting here looking at Harold (not his real name) to my right. My workday would be sooooo much better if I could ignore him, but, being in the cubicle across the aisle, I can't.
For those new to this space, Harold is an idiot. Okay, "idiot/savant" might be more accurate. He is wicked smart when it comes to computer programming, but I'm convinced he's is a CIA/MKUltra science experiment gone horribly wrong. Luckily, he'll be leaving in 25 minutes.
We have flexible schedules here in "paradise" (not really paradise, it's the "shared services" division of a healthcare company). When he's here (he wasn't yesterday because he likes to skip Mondays and Fridays as much as possible) Harold usually leaves at 3. I guess he gets here at 6:30 in the morning, though no one else gets here early enough to verify that.
I usually arrive by 7 and leave by 3:30, though today I missed that crucial 5-minute "commute departure window," so traffic was heavier, and I arrived around 7:30.
Amazing. Leaving 10-15 minutes later than usual makes me 20-30 minutes late. It's normally about 45 minutes to get here, an hour to get home.
A year and a half ago, my wife and I moved to one of the southern suburbs to put me closer to my office, only to have the office almost immediately move to within a few miles of where we used to live! Amazing!
That pretty much sums up how out-of-sync I am with this company. But, hey, it could be a lot worse.
