2008-01-11
Snapshot from my land:
I got this new and supercheap stereo for my iPod called the iCraig. Jon & I purchased it on a late night, pre-Christmas CVS shopping spree. I had been admiring it, then the second time I was there I was like, “Oh, hell, it’s only $30.” I knew I was getting an iPod for Christmas. I asked the dude there about the box, he said the radio sounds shitty but he has one, its good on the iPod front. Other opinions are mixed I personally like it.
I like it because it is pale wood and steel, all moderny looking, and my iPod is steel colored. Anyway, since I brought it into work, it has been nothing but iCraig compliments from the hoi polloi. I have to laugh because whomever designed the iCraig (Craig, perhaps?) certainly knows how to impress the Nigerians, Massachusetteans, and other randoms. I always explain politely that it was $30, to discourage thievery.
Today I was returning from the bathroom when I saw the former CAO (now head of another department) and the ITS guy heading for my department. The boss is home recuperating. I had a feeling there were headed to see me, and so I quickened my step to catch them, hoping that my computer would not reveal the truth of my time-wasting endeavors. They did indeed want to see me, they had a rather lazy and amused way about them that those in power seem to, and we discussed business and then the iCraig. It was blasting a musical interlude from Sufjan Steven’s Illinois album, and they were both convinced “it was skipping.”
“No sirs,” I said, “this is a musical interlude.” They were all very appalled and scared and I expressed that music is what makes the world go around, and I don’t tell them what to rock out to. Then we had a brief discussion about motivational posters, in which one gent discussed the insanity of another supervisor at his former job who had an office full of them, in both large and small forms. The bizarre awesomeness of this office decoration choice was mentioned, though not in those terms exactly. Then they left.
I feel sorry for them, that they can’t appreciate Sufjan. But at least they can appreciate the iCraig.