The days are rushing along too fast

Maybe I'm not the only one who feels this way, but the days seem to be rushing along at a tremendous pace. I recall just the other day it was christmas and I was lazing about at home watching star trek enterprise. But anyway, I intend to change to tone of this blog just in case a prospective employer happens to actually follow up on my cv and come here to "investigate."

But in the meantime, let me go for lunch.

Lost Communicator

I lost my standard issue, starfleet type communicator some time back whilst travelling to the busy city center star system aboard an old transporter vessel. It was pretty straightforward; while enroute near the gas giant "nyayo stadiumus" some starfleet patrol officers indicated that they wanted to subject the vessel to a routine compliance inspection. All of us passengers happened to panic, everyone frantically trying to activate their secure seat constriction device before the vessel was within scanning range. It was in this process that my communicator slipped out of my pocket and onto my seat. Unfortunately for me, I did not notice until much later on. I have therefore lost important contact information and I am in the process of gathering it back slowly. Just in case you contact me and I happen to sound hesitant as I answer, it may be simply because the caller-ID number showing is not yet registered on my new communicator. And I've moved from Motorola to Nokia.

Its so much better to have a WAP enabled communicator since then I can get to upload my blogs from anywhere, at any time that I choose. I strongly recommend the OPERA browser if you're on a mac, by the way.

Warp 5 towards the cafeteria.

Lunchtime is always a good time to observe human behaviour. Hunger is generally a good motivator toward the more basic instincts, things that the Vulcans have taken centuries to supress, namely emotions. Our cafeteria system is simple. One walks in with a voucher and presents it to a gentleman collecting vouchers. One then proceeds to lift a plate off the rack and face the counter where one is then served from an assorted selection of dishes. Please note that a simple gesture is mainly used to indicate what ones' preference is.

This is the logical way. It is efficient and ensures that the inevitable 1pm crowd is served in an amicable way. When I go for lunch I become vulcan for the entire 20 minutes UNLESS I am with company. (in which case I will be the thorough human romantic if lunch is with a certain lady L...)

However, in recent days I have been forced to accelerate to warp 5 when headed toward the Cafeterian star system whenever I detect certain starships from the Advertising star system in order to reach ahead of some problematic species. Problematic in the sense that these seem to delight in holding up the line at the counter, debating with the server and possibly requesting warp coil systems that are not available on the menu. Not only that, they ignore the fact that the ensign serving the line is not privy to the reasons why certain parts and components are not there, and in the process, the rest of the species are left muttering and nervously fingering their blasters and othe particle weapons. (as they get hungrier no doubt... I believe I saw an Andorian flash his feelers at me in suspicion once) I decided that it is best to avoid these Line Holders by ensuring that my speed is higher than theirs and that I must reach my destination before them.

That is the reason why I hurry across Kimathi street at lunch time to and fro our cafeteria, with Long Range Sensors on alert and my Hull Plating polarised, since Kimathi street on a normal day is filled with hurtling meteors and rogue planets and collision with them is not advisable for a class 1 starship like myself. You can also see why I have a vacant look in my eyes sometimes and walk right past you on the street... Short range sensor malfunction.

Are we in Outer Space yet?

Sometimes it feels like the office environment is similar to the far flung galaxies that the crew of the starship Enterprise come across. The Vulcans are mostly situated in Human Resources, and the accountants are to exact and logical to be left out of this. What about the Klingons? I suppose they ended up occupying the entire third floor (of course I refer to the entire battallion of editorial staff, aggressive and combative and unrelenting lot...)

And what of the IT department? And the Sales and marketing teams? Im sure that we have a sprinkling here and a sprinkling there of Andorrians and other types. And which race makes a more efficient leader? Wouldnt the answer to that question be based upon the objectives of the particular race...? I wonder.

Back to work reality...

This being the second day of the year, its good to see the rest of the world come back and join us who have been working throughout the holidays. Its interesting to watch people walk up to you with a smile and the inevitable "Happy New Year!" greeting. Its also interesting to note that the cafeteria is slowly getting back its characteristic lunch time queues of people. And the city streets? Packed as usual today. Kimathi street seems to be the capital center of this city. The supermarkets are aslo full of back-to-school shoppers... This is a time when patience comes in very handy. And a financial planner too. (and maybe a raise...?)

During the holidays I spent time watching Star Trek: Enterprise season 1 and I'm amazed at how the different species seem to be right here in my corporate setting. Dont you feel sometimes like the HR department is run by vulcans, for instance? More on this in a few days.