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There’s a super-secret IT room at work that normally requires a blood sample, ID badge and post-humous Nobel prize to enter and even when the two people that can go in do, they look both ways before entering and slip through the door rather than open it.  I saw a fleeting glimpse in it once and each monitor had a privacy screen and there was a log-in log-out book.

Today, there were contractors working in the room and the normal entry procedures went through, except to simplify getting back in, they jammed a garbage can in the door.  A fucking garbage can.  The whole day consisted of an intricate dance of curious employees trying to peek in the sepulcher of data and workers looking bewildered at why everyone’s staring at the garbage can.  Who needs multi-factor authentication when you have a 1 gallon Rubbermaid cylinder?

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Yet another encounter with another Faulknerian Idiot Manchild.  While walking through Lowes searching for a new recycling bin and an orbital scanner, I found the aisle and saw that the two piece garbage cans had the lids on a shelf, followed by the price tag below it, with the cylinders on the ground.  I picked up the lid above the label showing the price $12.94 when the person looking at one piece garbage cans next to me said in all seriousness “That’s a lot for a garbage can lid.”