Let me start out with the funniest thing that happened. Well okay--it wasn't that funny, but I liked it as did several other folks. You know how Bzzz has this hallowed ground outside, right? That portion of curb that runs along the edge of our parking lot? Of course you do. He has determined that--over a period of many years of watching over the time cards, the calendar, and the clock--that the first parking spot is his. The left side of that spot is apparently more sacred than the spot itself. As a matter-of-fact, it's so sacred that he doesn't even park his car too close to it for fear of retribution from the spirits that watch over that parking spot. He prefers to leave plenty of room between his car and the sacred curb. One time someone even left an offering to the higher spirits of the parking spot in the form of a carefully shaped pile of cigarette parts. I'm sure the spirits enjoyed such a lavish show of appreciation, but Bzzz was not amused. Anyway, Thursday Bzzz did not show up at his usual time. The open spot beckoned strongly. I'm sure many of the LaCroy minions drove by it, their heads turning to gaze at it longingly, but none succumbed. Until Scott Clark saw it that is. He couldn't resist. I'm sure he muttered, "Hey ya snooze, ya lose" under his breath as he drove it and parked. No, actually he thought Bzzz was going to be out for the day. Imagine his surprise when Bzzz showed up mid-morning, exhausted from the long walk he had to endure because he parked out in front of the building, facing Exotic Metals:
Clark was glib about it any time someone mentioned it, but I'm sure inside he was being eaten alive by the possibility of Bzzz putting a mental demerit next to his name. I'm sure Bzzz spent quite a while wandering around telling people his view of the whole situation, you can be sure of that.
I was flabbergasted when the large version of the Tweedle Brothers (B.M.O.C.) started doing CNC installation work this week! Yep, he got up in the forklift cage and strung all the necessary electrical conduit. If that wasn't enough, he even got all the black pipe strung up in the air for air lines! He did seem to have some assumption of exclusivity when it came to the forklift though. Apparently, he thought that once the cage was put onto the forklift he could just leave it there. Wrong. His line of thinking was based on the fact that he had painted himself into a corner with it. As you can see below, he blocked the only way he could get in or out by placing three pallets of stuff in the aisle behind him. Luckily, only one truck showed up to be unloaded, and I had him get on the ailing green forklift and unload it.
Well, that's about all the stuff I have to report this week. Stay tuned for more exciting stuff from the Land of LaCroy!
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