Obsessions...
...Wednesday last week I moved in to my new office, starting on a new position.
Got a new office, on my own.
A huge, white, fixed phone thingy.
And a panel.
With a mic.
And a number of buttons.
Panic buttons, kinda:
- Evacuate the building
- Fire alarm
-Terror attack
Et cetera.
All nice, good and well.
For say five (5) minutes.
Before I got obsessed with the thought of pressing button four from the bottom (EVACUATE THE BUILDING) and shout into the mic (building wide speaker system) and shout:
"LEAVE THE FUCKING BUILDING NOW YOU MORONS, YA´LL HEAR?"
I did not. I am a balanced man.
Sometimes.
Obsessions...
...Wednesday last week I moved in to my new office, starting on a new position.
Got a new office, on my own.
A huge, white, fixed phone thingy.
And a panel.
With a mic.
And a number of buttons.
Panic buttons, kinda:
- Evacuate the building
- Fire alarm
-Terror attack
Et cetera.
All nice, good and well.
For say five (5) minutes.
Before I got obsessed with the thought of pressing button four from the bottom (EVACUATE THE BUILDING) and shout into the mic (building wide speaker system) and shout:
"LEAVE THE FUCKING BUILDING NOW YOU MORONS, YA´LL HEAR?"
I did not. I am a balanced man.
Sometimes.