The Black Light Room
September 20th, 2018
Though I have to spend my half hour for lunch at work within the break room, since I ostensibly have to eat lunch every day, I've been trying to find alternate spaces within which I can hide during my regular breaks. For the longest time, I was camping out in the junkyard next to my work space, because nobody ever went in there aside from me, and forlorn engineers looking for discarded items.
That all changed when the lead janitor incompetent head of maintenance busybody hall monitor jumped all up in my business for doing so. It wasn't for safety or anything, he was just showing some contractor around, and felt the need to try and make his genitals look bigger, or something. Maybe he should just buy a sports car, since that's what most midlife crisis douchebags do.
Anyway, since simply taking my breaks at my work bench wasn't a good idea, what with all the chemicals and so forth, the search continued. And I think I've arrived at a spot that works for me. This is the black light room, which is usually dark save for, you guessed it, a black light. It's a very small, constrained space, but it actually has excellent air circulation, which is definitely a good thing.
The air conditioning is regularly on the fritz in our building, as our maintenance man, he doesn't know how to maint. I guess all the safety concerns I've made over the years about the building not having a fire alarm or being inundated with asbestos has been eating into the company's budget for keeping our death trap of a building, uh, somewhat functional despite being a death trap.
But I digress, as is my wont. The point is that this is a nice, relaxing place to hole up for a few minutes each day, where I don't have to hear the Tea Party Princess or Professor Beatshiskids or Stroke Boy or the Conservative Kingpin or any of the other mental midgets I work with go on about whatever race / religion / nationality / age group / gender / whatever else has their boxers in a bunch.