Our office is in the midst of this ridunculous renovation, which caused us to vacate half of the office and be stuffed into smaller quarters on the other side of the office until the original side is finished. We were ousted at the end of June, but were scheduled to be returned to our original side which would be brand, spanking new by the end of July/beginning of August. Now you KNOW that didn’t happen. Rumor has it that we can begin moving our stuff back to our original side on Monday, which will be SEPTEMBER 30TH!!! Construction was a little behind schedule, wouldn’t you say?! In the meantime, my boss has been cranky because our legal files are spread out over about 4 different locations, some in file cabinets and some in boxes. It’s difficult to find anything, so he’s really looking forward to this being over with. On Friday, my boss was in L.A. for business. Since I’d been told that our cubicle spaces would be finished on Monday, I had to ask him a question. I was slated to be sitting in the cubicle between the admin that talks to herself (AND shooshes herself) all the time, as well as the other admin that spends 98% of her day talking/arguing with her husband over the phone. Now if that isn’t enough to break someone’s concentration, I don’t know what is! Granted, it would be right outside my main boss’ office, but I really don’t want to deal with it if I don’t have to. Meanwhile, the analysts will be moved into new, bigger cubicles. There are 6 of them right next to each other, 3 on each side. Three of those cubicles are accounted for right now and one will be in the supposedly-near future. That leaves 2 empty ones. I was told that I could sit in one of the two empty cubicles by the analysts if my main boss didn’t care. So I shot off an E-mail to him on Friday, a little tentatively, as there will be a few office politics involved. He answered within half an hour, though, and said that it was fine with him. Later that day I was informed that my closing documents, which had been squished into two file cabinets, would have to be moved so that the construction workers could change the carpet beneath them. What?! They’d first told me that there was NO WAY those file cabinets or their contents would have to be moved during the construction. Misinformation, as usual. I was not looking forward to moving those files, especially because I’d hurt my back at the gym a week ago, but would also have to stand on a foot stool to empty some hefty binders from the top of the cabinets. Luckily for me, I was then told that the construction workers could move the files and replace them by Monday. Oh happy day! But there’s MORE! Since nothing else could be done on Friday with construction kicking into high gear to finish over the weekend, most of us left early. I, myself, took off at 3:45 p.m.
There was a concert at Pa’ina Lounge on Friday evening featuring Siaosi, Kivini Vaitai, Jay Keyz and Pieter T. Now I have no idea who Kivini Vaitai or Jay Keyz are, but I like Siaosi and Pieter T. That concert was supposed to run from 7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m., at which point, a birthday party for J. Boog would be held. I like J. Boog, too, so was looking forward to the music last night. I was at Pa’ina Lounge at 5:15 p.m. for Happy Hour. While sitting at the bar, a guy who’s often there struck up a conversation with me. As time progressed, he was ON me (i.e. he seemed to think he might get lucky last night). He bought some of my drinks, then insisted on paying the cover for the first concert. Based on his conversation and behavior, I consider him a “thug.” What makes it funnier is that he kept calling ME “thugette.” He said the fact that I was drinking beer without a glass, that I don’t drink foo-foo cocktails (only things like rum & Coke, or 7 & 7), that I wear heavy duty jewelry and that I like to watch boxing/Muay Thai/MMA makes me a thugette. Hey, that’s cool by me. As the place became more and more packed, he kept taking phone calls and disappearing for long periods of time, assuring me that he’d be back. Honestly, I was hoping he would NOT come back, but he always did. In my opinion, it seemed that he was setting up a drug deal, so I hoped he’d get caught up in that and not be able to make it back. Unfortunately, that never seemed to be the case. Finally, when he’d disappeared for awhile, I dashed to the ladies’ room, made a call, went up front to watch the performers, then went back to the ladies’ room. At that point, the first concert ended and they kicked everyone out. They said those with the correct color armband to attend BOTH concerts would be let back in within about 20 minutes. My armband wasn’t the right color, though, so I simply headed home via the back door, with nary a glance in search of the thug. Now THAT’S thugette behavior. Am I right?!