Working on electric avenue

Currently: straining my eyes

It's interesting when the power goes out at work at a typical office. There isn't a whole lot of work one can do offline and there isn't anything inner-office dwellers (me! me!) can do without lights (can't bill for communing with your plants, napping, or telling ghost stories, wah!). The herd of interns wanders around, gabbing and amused, while the higher-ups scramble to reconnect phone calls, continue client meetings, and play mah jong. Luckily, I snagged a UPS from the magic closet when they made a brief appearance, so at least I don't lose all my open files every time Pepco gets cranky or a storm sweeps by. There's no point in leaving early, because the whole building is emptying out and the roads are messy without the regulation of stoplights.

I don't even want to think about what happens to the insides of the already-gross office fridges. Last year the socket that our fridge was plugged into shorted out overnight. By the next morning, there was a large, brown puddle and a distinctly unpleasant smell in the kitchen...and I sat right across from the kitchen...

Oh, also? Taking notes for a conference call is hard on a cell.