This entry is dedicated to one of those "that guys" every large office has.

This is dedicated to the "what exactly do you do here?" guy.

He has an office, or at least a cubicle, and he always looks busy. You just have no idea what he's so busy doing. There's no apparent input or output.

He's never the guy you ask a question of. No one ever says "I don't know, check with Hank" or "That's really Hank's area of expertise, he'll know what to do". No, you never need to talk to that guy. He's usually quiet and keeps to himself and doesn't really talk much, thus eliminating any possibility you will ever know what his function is. He's listed under a generic or totally vague title such as "Assitant Administrator". There are no real clues as to what his function is.

My "that guy" at LGSC is Patrick.

His desk is on my floor, in a work area smaller than that of the guy listed as "Facilities Supervisor" who refills the office supplies. He's hardly ever at his desk, suggesting he is somewhere doing something important.

The only clues I have to his function are: I once saw him photocopying a whole bunch of packets for distribution. However, since I did not receive one of these packets, I have no idea what their content was. Second, he occasionally sends out faxes...yet they're always addressed to the same person.

Our usual interaction consists of passing each other in the hall where we exchange customary awkward greetings and move on with our lives, or (and this is my favorite) in the kitchen.

For some reason, in the afternoons if I happen to have found myself chained to the copier, which is located in the kitchen, I will encounter his water drinking ritual.

After lunch, he goes to the bathroom, then comes into the kitchen and turns on the purified water faucet, let's it run for a few seconds, and proceeds to fill a styrofoam cup of water and drink it while standing at the sink. He then repeats this system at least once, sometimes twice. He then tosses out the cup and returns to his desk to continue doing whatever it is he does. One would think...hey Patrick, you know, you can take those back to your desk and drink them at your leisure. There's no need to chug them like you've just escaped the Sahara. There will be more later.

I also never see him come into work or leave. Considering I sit right by the elevators and the only stairwell you can get to other floors through, I'd notice. He either lives under his tiny desk or he's so busy with all his "work" he needs to work overtime.

Oh Patrick and your weird glasses and super awkward existence. What would the 4th floor be without you?

No really I want to know, what would be the difference?

I don't want to know what he does. It would kill all my fun. I just pretend he's a secret agent.

Ok so in my office building almost every door has a CyberLock on it which means you have to punch a 4 digit number in order for the door to unlock. Every door in the building has the same code. Let me repeat that for necessasry emphasis: EVERY DOOR IN THE BUILDING HAS THE SAME 4 DIGIT CODE and everyone uses it every single day.

However, in spite of the fact that this is the case, I am sill compelled to buzz people in. I have 2 buttons under my desk, 1 for each door. Sometimes I wish they could shoot lasers or could turn off all the lights in the building...just to keep things interesting.

Anytoot, its expected that I buzz in the attorneys at least, but I usually buzz in the couriers and the facilities people who spend their entire day going floor to floor punching in those 4 numbers. Who I don't like to buzz in are other secretaries who should know better than to assume that I'll just stop what I'm doing to let them in. Especially the women on the 3rd floor, in which, because of remodeling, they don't have people who sit in the front where they must buzz people in. If they did, they would know how annoying it is. One woman literally walks to the door, puts her hand on the handle and stares at me until I open it. I mean, really? It takes possibly 5 seconds if you're very slow to punch i n those numbers. So this morning, I rebelled, with my dictation headphones in I just kept doing what I was doing and ignored her as she stared at me for a good 30 seconds waiting for me to let her in. Someone else opened the door for her.

Bite me, punch in the damn numbers yourself. Nevermind the fact that i don't like the people who work on the 3rd floor anyway. Well, let's see what happens the next time she tries to come to this floor.

I also happen to work on one of the 2 busiest floors, meaning lots of people come up here every day, and I sit on the side of the floor most people walk to, because HR and the accounting department are over here. It's been 2 months, I'm a little tired of it.

So yeah, I know, life's so hard, hahaha.

I need to get back on track with weight watchers. I hopped on the scale yesterday and it was not a pretty sight. I have no more excuses, this summer was hectic: moving 2x, college ending, friends moving away, new job, vacation, it made it hard to stick with it. But this is it. I'm back on track. I did well yesterday and today its so far so good.

Woohooo.