Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 20, 1995

Dear Everyone:

Just when I finally figure out where it’s at...somebody moves it.  Especially in San Francisco. 

It’s seems like every time I go into San Francisco, which is usually twice a week, something has changed.  I get to my building and the front door’s not there anymore!  They moved it! 

Well, technically, it was just a “temporary” entrance “for the convenience of the employees” (so kind of them) and they didn’t move it, they “abandoned” it, which doesn’t sound much better. 

All part of the “World Headquarters Relocation Project”.  The World Headquarters used to be at 225 Beelzebub Street, but they sold it.  Not the street, the building.  And, by the way, the “World Headquarters” only applies to Company, not to the world in general.  Having sold the building, they have to move the World Headquarters, so they’re moving it to my building at 575 Mirabel, which is about a block and a half away.  I’ll bet you didn’t realize you could move a World Headquarters a block and a half and spend millions of dollars doing it. 

They’re completely renovating the entrance and front lobby at 575 Mirabel, future home of the New and Improved World Headquarters.  They’ve been completely renovating it for so long now, I’ve forgotten what the old, unimproved lobby looked like.  Not that there was anything wrong with it; but you know how it is, any excuse to redecorate. 

The front door’s not the only thing that’s moved.  My office moved last week.  When I left one night, I was in room 3055, also known as “the junk room” because that’s where all the junk that nobody wants in their office, but nobody wants to get rid of, ends up.  The big, clumsy books that come with the software.  The software disks that you have to keep in case you ever need to re-install said software.  Extra chairs, the copier, the printer, the fax, an old typewriter in case you ever have to type labels or an envelope.  You know, junk. 

They (RACS) moved me into the Junk Room for about a month until the Versatile Server and its companions could be moved to “Livermore”.  That, you will remember, happened the weekend before last.  And, as soon as the server room was vacated by computers, they moved my furniture in.  So, when I came back into work last week, I was in a different room.  (I now share it with the RACS Server, the only one that didn’t go to “Livermore”.) 

Trouble is, I haven’t been in the new room long enough to get my automatic pilot re-programmed.  To get to the copy machine, I used to come out of my office, turn right, turn left, turn left, go straight and there’s the copier.  Now, it’s straight, left, straight, left.  But you know how it is; you’re reading the thing you’re going to copy and not really paying attention.  So the auto-pilot takes over and you go right, left, left, straight and what the hell am I doing in the Mail Room, again? 

If I don’t get that auto-pilot re-programmed soon, I may have to do a cold boot to the hard drive.  Which could be painful. 

In other news... 

Election year approaching, proceed with caution. 

I see where that funny, little gnome, Ross Perot is raising his strange head again.  When I got to the BART station last night, there were “volunteers” trying to get signatures to get a “third party” on the ballot.  Apparently, they’re unaware of the Independents and Libertarians.  At best, the new party would be a “fifth party”.  (That anything like a fifth wheel?) 

Perot wants to call it the “Independent Reform Party” (IRP).  Not sure I’d want to belong to a political party known as “irp”.(“Are you a Republican or a Democrat?”  “Neither, I’m an IRP.”)  People might get the wrong idea.  If IRP doesn’t work, he’s going for the “Reform Independent Party”.  R.I.P. 

Need I say more? 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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