Ever have one of those days when the I.T. department asks you for the password to one of its own machines?
And you have to tell the I.T. department that the super-duper high security password it assigned to a production machine is Password123?
I wonder what kind of leaf this is. To me, it looks like a philodendron, left in the corner office of a skyscraper after everyoneʼs switched to work-from-home.
One of the work-from-home workforce in my building answered a call from his boss while cooking lunch. You can see the rest.
When we evacuated the building, I grabbed my work laptop, but not my shoes, so I ended up working the rest of the day from Day 6 Coffee in my pajamas and slippers. However, this being downtown Houston, I was the least-oddly dressed person there.
Interestingly, both the Metro Green and Purple line trains were suspended because the nearest johnny pump to my home is across the street, and the firefighters had to run hoses across the train tracks to connect to my buildingʼs risers.
I shall work here today.
Itʼs a gentle rain, and Iʼm under the overhang.
Annie has decided that Iʼve done enough work for today, and I should turn my attention to smaller, furrier needs.
I shall work here today.
I shall work here today.
I wonder what would happen if I lit up a cigarette during a work-from-home Zoom meeting.
Thereʼs a company policy against smoking at work, but Iʼm not at work. Can Human Resources tell me that I canʼt smoke in my own home?
Imagine what would happen if there were 30 people on a work videoconference, and someone just lit up a cigarette.
For the first time in my life, I wish I smoked.
Iʼm tired. Annie is going to work for me today.
Things like this are why itʼs hard to have work-from-home conference calls in Las Vegas.
I was on a call yesterday when this went by my apartment, and it derailed the whole event for everyone. Itʼs not just the noise, but you canʼt explain to someone in Chicago whatʼs going on. They just canʼt wrap their brains around it.
When I drove for Uber, I spent a lot of time in the neighborhoods on the eastern edge of town, right up against Nellis Air Force Base. They have to live with this sort of thing all day long, every day. Again, not so much the noise; but I found the sight of these things rocketing right over the homes disturbing.
It looks like a Bogart film in my office this morning.
One of the things I miss about not working in the office anymore is that I canʼt squeeze in a quick lunchtime mass anymore.
I sometimes used to go to the noon mass at Guardian Angel Cathedral, but it wasnʼt exactly a contemplative atmosphere. Standing room only, and half of it tourists. Thereʼs a special Catholic church just for the tourists, paid for by the casinos, but the tourists still end up at Guardian Angel. I guess being a cathedral, itʼs got more gravity.
I see stories in the media all the time saying that church is dying, but I canʼt help but think this is just a cliché, and not based on facts. Yes, churches in Chicago are closing all the time, but thatʼs because of bad decisions made by the archdiocese in the early 1900ʼs.
Because the various immigrant groups in Chicago couldnʼt get along, instead of having a church for each neighborhood, each neighborhood was given several churches — one for each ethnicity/nationality/community. So, Bridgeport, for example, had a bunch of Catholic churches: one for Germans, one for Poles, one for Lithuanians, one for Irish. But now that everyone gets along, all those churches arenʼt needed, so theyʼre constantly consolidating. The church I went to in Chicago (Assumption) was an Italian church, formed because Italians in that area of town werenʼt welcome at what is now Old Saint Patrickʼs Church.
Here in Las Vegas, and most of the southwest, there simply arenʼt enough Catholic churches for the number of people who want to use them. I go to Saint Elizabeth either for the 4pm Saturday, or the 6am on Sunday, and both times it is absolutely packed. This is a church with a capacity of at least 750, which to me seems pretty big. Iʼve heard from a person I know in Ohio who says itʼs the same situation there.
There are Roman Catholic congregations here that meet in the lyceum of the Lutheran high school down the street, for lack of space. We had a similar situation in Seattle, where the noon mass at the cathedral was so packed that there was another Catholic mass down the street at the Unitarian church.
I feel bad for the people who live in small towns around here. Amargosa Valley and Pioche are 250 miles apart, and have to share a priest, so they only get a single mass every other week. Other towns only get mass once a month. Because of this, we have special dispensation from the Archdiocese of San Francisco to watch mass on TV. The church I go to records a mass on Thursdays that is broadcast state-wide Sunday morning. Thereʼs no communion, naturally, but it still counts somehow.