Grommash sits at his temporary workplace, downstairs amidst the Engineers and other techies, far removed from the glamour and bullshit of the sales and PR people upstairs. He likes it here. The quiet surroundings allow him to think, and get back in touch with his techie heart. The tall RS/6000s and powerful AS/400s help him commune with technology. On the downside, having the frivolous call desk girls in full sight doesn't help him much. To them, Grommash is something of an enigma: friendly, courteous, obviously bursting with a potentially lustful passion, and yet conspicuously aloof. To them, he should be acting like a moth that just spotted a naked light, or an ant that just smelled something sweet and sticky, or a bird that just saw a bee. However, this is not so. And as such, they just don't get him. This is not shocking. Grommash doesn't get himself sometimes.
Ignoring the occasional casual glance and snide remark from a nymphomaniacally-inclined call girl, as well as the snickering of her colleagues, Grommash trudges on in this day-in-between-holidays. He's not even working. He's reading up on a lot of new technology that he'll be incorporating in to his infrastructure solutions soon enough. He loves to say "infrastructure", after seeing a particularly funny promotional advertisement featuring a woman's dream that involved a talking cat touting infrastructure potions. The cat had a very deep baritone voice that Grommash wishes he had. However, he is able to mimic this voice to a degree in the mornings just after waking up before his phlegm has a chance to settle. His S.O. calls it his grumpy-growly bedroomy voice.
Strangely, the "hottest" girl in office chats him up on the proprietary IM client. It seems that she too is bored on this day. Grommash begins to explain what he's doing in an attempt to shoo her away. She feigns interest for a good 15 minutes, and the conversation ends abruptly. Grommash is heart-broken, then amazingly recovers in about 20 milliseconds and carries on trucking. His collection of unread 3rd party white papers grows by the minute. Finally, he runs out of things to download. He then realizes with a slight sense of horror that he has to actually read all the documents he just downloaded. Fortunately, a colleague watching a third rate movie nearby insists that Gromo join him. The first 10 minutes prove to be boring, showing a couple planning a weekend away together. Just as the movie suddenly features a full frontal nudity scene, Gromo and his colleague are caught red handed for watching porn by two more colleagues who picked a bad moment to walk in on them. After hastily explaining the situation, all four sit down to see if there's anything else interesting to see. As expected, nothing else turns up. Gromo walks away disgustedly to resume his work. The nypho-call girl peeps at him. He gives her a blank look, and then ignores her. It occurs to him that she reminds him of someone he used to know. Putting that troubling thought aside, he decides to blog.
He remembers that he had an unpublished post sitting on his home computer. Thinking "aaah, WTF", he loads up the blogger page and posts away. He'll post the other one later. It's not like hordes/multitudes of people overwhelming his site would actually go to the lengths of checking for chronological correctness in his posts, unless it’s someone anal like Grommie himself. Fortunately, since there’s only one Gromo to go around, and since he doesn't care, WTF indeed.
Grommie also decides to change the catch-phrase thingy on his site. The badly phrased and conjoined “The quickest way to hell, besides a few good intentions” is not having the comical effect on his readers he was hoping for. He decides to post a somewhat grammatically correct slogan thingy this time and avoid any potential embarrassment from well-meaning individuals, or worse still, sympathetic comments from grammar Nazis. It’s also no longer “Daemon Gates Inc.”. The author would appreciate feedback.
What’s that? Can’t comment? Muhahahahaha.
Bleh.
