You are my sunshine…
August rocks. Specifically, August in Madrid rocks. August is officially “vacation month”, so the city is half empty, you can actually sit down in the subway, and the people in the streets are almost exclusively of the tourist kind. While on the subject, when I win the lottery I intend to pay off the people in charge of law-making, and have the public nudity law changed so it’s only legal to be nude if you’re in your 20s, female, and hot. We will have to appoint a special commitee who would be in charge of making sure chicks are, you know, legal to be topless. We won’t pay them much, but somehow I think this won’t be a problem. It would have a conservative name, like “TIT PATROL”, or “Yama Momma”…
I can see the “t-shirts” already.
Being in August, people have incorporated a new question in their colloquial “I don’t give a crap about you, but we’re both in the elevator and this silence is uncomfortable” repertoire: “So, are you taking any time off in August?”. I always answer “No, I’m staying here. That way, since you’re all leaving, it’s like getting two months vacation every year”. They just look at me like they’re thinking “Who is this crazy fellow? Hacking the vacation system. I’m so upset, I think I’ll go to my desk and make myself a couple of millions”.
Besides the fact that the office is half empty, that we’re working 09h00 to 16h00, and that, since everybody else follows this system, there isn’t much business, per se, to go around, work has taken a very leisurely tone this days. We have a new table football machine in the rest area (The HR department felt that, since it was the only thing that appeared in the “Suggestions” mailbox, they might as well get it done), and a new 42″ Plasma TV with Satellite. At 14h00 we go upstairs, eat lunch while watching the Simpsons, and play a few matches.
Leave the office in August?
No
F’n
Way.
Vaniqa. on 26 Aug 2008 at 11:29 am
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