Demolishing my office...

[fajrdrako]

My office for several weeks now has been under several levels of plastic as they demolish the box office around me. My desk area isn't exactly in the box office; it adjoins the box office, and to get to my desk now involves climbing over, around, under and through several filing cabinets and other oddly placed (but large) items, not to mention numerous layers of dust and the sound of jackhammers, half a dozen workmen (many of whom seem to be perpetually on ladders) and piles of rubble as the walls fall.

There is so much semi-transparent plastic hanging all over the lobby and office areas, that I keep getting flashbacks to the Doctor Who episode "Doomsday" and expecting to see a Cyberman behind it.

Which would at least be exciting. No such luck.

So I hide out in Gord's office, where there is at least no construction going on, even though I don't have any of my stuff. And his office is more or less in the middle of the area where the Summer Drama Camps are being held, so his office is surrounded by screaming children. (What do kids learn at Summer Drama Camp? They learn to scream. Loudly. Trust me on this.)

But this afternoon, I got to go to a meeting at the Canadian Police Sector Council. I almost never have meetings. I get maybe two meetings per year. It just so happened that I unexpectedly had two meetings this afternoon at 2 p.m. Dunno how that happened.... But one could be postponed till tomorrow, and was, and the other found me at the Canadian Police Sector Council examining a proposal to redesign our website in such a way that it will be easier for me to update it. I heartily approve.

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[jkluge.livejournal.com]

Children? Do not need a Drama Camp to learn to scream. Trust me on this. I live with two of them. They do it often and loudly with no provocation whatsoever, just for fun.

If Drama Camp could teach them *not* to scream, now *that* would be quite an accomplishment.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think the screaming is a natural talent with all children. The classes just enourage them. As if they needed encouragement!

[jkluge.livejournal.com]

LOL Exactly. I pity your poor ears. May the screaming children and reconstruction noises go away *soon*.

[wijsgeer.livejournal.com]

I've had some success with the instruction "scream as loudly as you can without making any noise" it was a game I played with my babysitting charges, I often gave them things to act. (age 4 and 6)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

What a great idea!

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

The screaming children will all disappear as if by magic on Aug. 24. The construction noises... well. Theoretically they will go away Aug. 24 too because the theatre has been rented for a wedding venue on Aug. 25 and it's supposed to be all renovated, cleaned up and spiffy for the occasion. At the moment no one actually believes this can happen, but I think they are pessimists. Miracles happen.

So, yes, at least in theory, on Aug. 24 and thereafter my life will return to what passes for normal.

[wijsgeer.livejournal.com]

Did I ever tell you about the festival for the fantastic film (scifi and horror) where I volunteered, the day before I had my first appointment with the psychiatrist.

I saw a movie featuring a shrink. He had a luxurious house with expensive furniture, white carpet, white walls and such. But everything was covered by the same type of plastic you mention.The point of the movie was that the shrink (who was of course the baddie) hypnotized his patients, gave them a stanleyknife and let them cut themselves to pieces with it. Blood covered the walls on either side and everything in between. So that is where the plastic came in handy.

So beware!!

(if you see a cyberman, try to hypnotize it, maybe that will work...)

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Did I ever tell you about the festival for the fantastic film (scifi and horror) where I volunteered, the day before I had my first appointment with the psychiatrist.

LOL. That great timing! Reminds me of the time I saw the movie "Marathon Man" (where the nasty Nazi tortures Dustin Hoffman with a dentist's drill) the day before I had an appointment with my dentist. When I got there I told my dentist about it and the technician said, deadpan, "Dr. Barnes isn't at all like the dentist in that movie. He's much more mean!" Dr. Barnes laughed and I tried not to turn pale and faint.

So that is where the plastic came in handy.

Maybe if one of those screaming children gets out of hand? No, I don't mean I might slaughter them, I mean they might try to slaughter me - their plays are all full of murder and mayhem. Perfect candidates for little Cybermen, maybe.