What's Up With That?

by Tom Kuzeja - February 4, 1999

What's Up With That?

Big Surprise... I'm Busy!

It's been awhile since I've written anything here. I could come up with a bunch of excuses. I get to practice them all day at work. But you folks probably aren't as gullible so I'll spare you.

Have you been enjoying the winter. We've seen snow and torrential downpours, heat waves and cold spells... and the weather outside our building at work has been bizarre as well. Seems like we have a climate control problem in the office area. I don't think it is normal for people to be sitting in their offices stripped down to their underwear. Let me tell you folks, in many cases, it is not a pretty sight.

I enjoyed an outstanding four hour commute to work two days in a row! Apparently tractor trailers and sport utility vehicles are not immune to ice on the highway. And when these vehicles crash, they usually take up more than one traffic lane. If you're gonna speed on icy roads, drive a Geo Metro or something. That way when you go sliding off the road, you don't dent anything other than the aluminum can you're driving.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to consciously remind yourself that you are not currently attending a Junior High School somewhere? Where the behavior you are witnessing reminds you of home room or locker talk? Maybe it's just me.

Why is it that some people choose not to wash their hands before leaving the restroom? What's up with that? Let's think about this one for a second... what is the thought process here? I hear all sorts of excuses. "What's the point? As soon as I touch that door handle, my hand will be covered with germs anyway." Yeah, bud, but maybe if you and your pee pee handed friends all washed up, the door handle might be less germ covered and the rest of us wouldn't have to suffer.

One other thing (while I'm ranting). While researching web page development, I've come across a number of sites that claim to know how to design good web pages. They tend to rate the quality of web pages based on some high lofted criteria that they've defined. Look, to each their own. Those who can, do. Those who can't, critique. Caveat emptor. Pork chops and applesauce.

Maybe it's a good thing I haven't written in awhile.

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