High Altitude Hell, part 9: I got nothing.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

So, next week is the Kitt Peak Time Trials, the annual bicycle race UP the mountain.  12 miles at an 8-10 degree grade.  It is worth noting that we do not close the road to vehicular traffic for this, and also that we all drive like Steve McQueen (though it many cases it isn't intentional, it just happens that way).  There will be a couple of hundred bicyclists involved, and I cannot be bothered to give a shit about any of them.  This is pure stupidity, and I do not feel that should be rewarded.  Did I mention it's been non-stop thunderstorms for the last 2 weeks?  I admit that I am not opposed to sitting on the 4 meter dome wall and watching idiots in spandex pants get blasted by whatever God is in charge this week.

But that's not what this rant is about.  This rant is about the decline in the quality of the coffee in the mess hall.  They have gone from making it in delicious 5 gallon batches of crunchy goodness to running a hot water line into the back of a machine that contains a gallon of concentrated coffee sludge which then drops unevenly mixed coffee into your cup.  It might be see-through church coffee, or it might be the coffee equivalent of eating an entire bar of unsweetened baker's chocolate. 

This has not improved my mood.

You can do a lot of things to my quality of life, and I will probably ignore them.  Spy on me with drones?  That's your misfortune.  Wiretap me?  Okay, but you might want to check to make sure I'm not prank-calling the receptionist at whatever agency it is in which you work.  Tell me that my e-cig counts as a real cigarette for the purposes of where I can use it?  I'll just ignore you.  But fucking with a man's coffee is wrong.  It's low.

So while you're painfully riding your titanium racing bike up the horrible mountain road, if you see a bearded freak standing behind a giant boulder with a seven-foot pry bar, don't blame me.    It's the kitchen's fault.  I'm just trying to be all I can be.  I'm just trying to state my case.  I'm just trying to address the immoral and unethical things that have been done to me in the name of economy.

Or Kill Me.

[Junkenstein]

I once felt with a place that decided to scrap the kettle and microwave from the kitchen in an office of 20 or so. To save costs.

The boss was denied the use of resources the employees got a kitty together for. The place later folded and the guy was found out to be embezzling hilariously small sums of cash.

The moral is that an obviously bad decision means that someone is getting paid for it. For a given meaning of paid.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I once felt with a place that decided to scrap the kettle and microwave from the kitchen in an office of 20 or so. To save costs.

The boss was denied the use of resources the employees got a kitty together for. The place later folded and the guy was found out to be embezzling hilariously small sums of cash.

The moral is that an obviously bad decision means that someone is getting paid for it. For a given meaning of paid.

Well, it's more that we're 100% government funded at the moment.  A few years back, interest in funding astronomy was nil, and they cut the place to the bone to avoid shutting it down.  Now everything is hurling giant sacks of cash at us, but the boys in the front office don't trust it, so it's better to fail by allowing the infrastructure to collapse than risk over-hiring.

Humans are dumb.

[Eater of Clowns]

Roger is lizard person. Lizards eat rocks to help digest. Roads in disrepair. Feed lizard person horrible coffee. Lizard person vomits rocks. Rock vomit paves roads.

[Junkenstein]

I once felt with a place that decided to scrap the kettle and microwave from the kitchen in an office of 20 or so. To save costs.

The boss was denied the use of resources the employees got a kitty together for. The place later folded and the guy was found out to be embezzling hilariously small sums of cash.

The moral is that an obviously bad decision means that someone is getting paid for it. For a given meaning of paid.

Well, it's more that we're 100% government funded at the moment.  A few years back, interest in funding astronomy was nil, and they cut the place to the bone to avoid shutting it down.  Now everything is hurling giant sacks of cash at us, but the boys in the front office don't trust it, so it's better to fail by allowing the infrastructure to collapse than risk over-hiring.

Humans are dumb.

It turns out even Einstein radically underestimated the total levels of goddamned stupid in the universe.

[Junkenstein]

Roger is lizard person. Lizards eat rocks to help digest. Roads in disrepair. Feed lizard person horrible coffee. Lizard person vomits rocks. Rock vomit paves roads.

I'm more concerned that they're letting him find the saurian planet and make a map of it.

Further proof that David icke is right.



We really should tell him about all this one day.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Roger is lizard person. Lizards eat rocks to help digest. Roads in disrepair. Feed lizard person horrible coffee. Lizard person vomits rocks. Rock vomit paves roads.

But I can literally see Mexico from my office.

[Junkenstein]

Please do not remind eoc of his failures in Mexico. Cartels still have a serious bounty for anyone who produces his head, dead or not.

[Da6s]

I read the title & had bad flashbacks to spring break texans in Breck.