Curse the luck, they saved the day, but ruined my Monday morning.

Today we are going to find a solution. First, of course, we need to define the problem. This is liable to require some careful analysis. Which will only come through thoughtful, cautious, deliberate contemplation of the current situation. And it is early, and the day is sunny, and bright, and wonderful, and the coffee is delicious, and we decided that sounded too difficult.

So, we are going to tell you about what happened yesterday. It was getting late in the afternoon, not quite time to leave, but not really enough time to start anything new, either. Sometimes that happens as early as Thursday, ("well, the weekend is coming, in 37 hours, I can't really answer my emails.") so I walked around a little bit.

It isn't this building, but it is similar,
 since it is "top secret" we will pretend.

We are located downtown in an old, tall, thin, but very long building, made of mostly red bricks, however it was built in several stages so the masonry work changes from front to back, three times. In a way, it seems kind of foolish, somebody built a four story building, and then added another four story building to the front of it, and then did it again. But, it does make for an interesting affect. Not that this has much to do with my story.

Anyway, we are not far from the convention center (which was designed and built to look like it was constructed at different times, from different materials, which makes for an odd appearance, but that is not important, sorry). Anyway, working that close to the convention center can provide some odd sights depending on who is using the facility.

So last night when I was cruising around avoiding responsibility, I looked out the window and saw a guy dressed up as Thor, the god of thunder. Kind of, he had a long red cape, and a Thor like hammer (Mjolnir, is the proper name) on his belt. At first I thought it wasn't Thor, because he was very thin, and wore jean shorts and a tank top.

But, I went to tell my co-worker, Bil, about it, and he said he saw Deadpool riding a skateboard when he went to lunch. He thought it was not really Deadpool because he only had the mask, not the whole uniform, if that is the proper term for the clothing of a cartoon hero, or villain, I'm not sure in which category Deadpool falls.

But, this did not strike either of us as all that strange, being so close to the convention center, with the weekend coming.

But, as I was driving home the Department of Transportation had shut down the freeway going into downtown. Which is odd, right before rush hour, and the weekend. And then I thought, what if that was Deadpool (who may be a bad guy) and Thor (who is a good guy) and they had one of the epic, building destroying, street closing, mess making, commute ruining battles, portrayed so well on the magic box. What then. It will take me forever to get to work Monday, dammit. I am afraid to turn on the TV.

Let me know if you have heard anything.

It is time to to take charge

Saturday, the day the forces of evil retreat, regroup, heal their wounded, and re provision themselves for their next campaign.  Yes, it has been a long week of terrible, pitched battles, but mankind has prevailed again.  It is a battle as old as time, at least since time was divided into weekdays and weekends.

Right now they are growing stronger, healthier, and massing for a new offensive.  They are rearming and preparing a renewed assault.  The medics of evil are healing forces wounded in the battle for work week supremacy.  It was a desperate battle of epic proportions, and both sides were grievously wounded.

In what has become a remarkably repetitive maneuver the forces of oppressive work week tyranny have slipped away to a secret location in the mountains of payroll, productivity, and supply, and demand.  

We, here at Life Explained, believe this cycle has to stop, and are mounting an expeditionary force to find the weekday demons in their lair and eliminate them once and for all.   We are going to strike out and hit the enemy where he feels safest, in his weekend retreat.  It is time to crush the monsters who haunt our Monday through Fridays from 8:00 to 5:00 with the occasional evening, and sometimes an early morning.  We are going to take the battle to them, smashing them and destroying their sense of security, and safety.

But, not this early, it is Saturday after all.  Nobody wants to start that early on Saturday, besides, we are getting ready to pop open a few beers and throw some ribs on the grill, maybe after that, unless we decide to take a nap, or get a movie.   

Change is difficult.

Yesterday we talked briefly about our new accounting software, and the almost limitless potential it might provide, it is truly a flexible, accommodating bit of programming genius with options that can be custom built for each unique requirement.  It was expensive, but it has received very high praise from most of the associates who have gone through the training session.

Of course, as we discussed yesterday, there are some people who are not delighted with the change, and are attempting to (Please, may we have one or two cones, to go?) stop the implementation by occupying the break room on the 6th floor, the room with the soft serve ice cream machine.

We detailed our plans to send in several squads from the custodial department  In a brilliantly devised, and exceptionally executed pincer movement we mobilized several units from research and development and began a full scale assault on two sides of the the break room.  Using organic small arms fire, and some light artillery provided by the secretarial staff we began to get the upper hand.

In a surprisingly coordinated (particularly when you consider it was the accounting department) counter attack the Accounts Receivable Brigade concentrated their assault on the smaller R And D contingent to the south, and under a withering hail of automatic weapon fire began to push the force back through the ornate interior French Doors, and into the  barren, open hallway where the lack of adequate cover would have left them exposed and vulnerable.

After several air strikes it seemed the weary Accounts Receivable people were going to be overrun and there would be ice cream for everyone.

While consolidating our hold on the entry way, and thinking the battle was almost won, we were hit by a large column from the Human Resource Liberation Army.  Slamming into our exposed southern flank, they rolled up the assault team like a row of dominoes and managed to capture the small conference room.

We are going to settle in for a long campaign, right now we are calling in reinforcements from the legal department, and our hopes for speedy resolution are dashed.