rant.

Our friendly security guard Warren comes up to the 8th at 11:30am (sharp) to heat up his lunch.  Every day, without fail.  He gets Bo the mechanic to cover for him at the front desk.  It takes him a solid 20 minutes to appropriately temper his three tupperware course.

Warren is a hair short of 90-yrs old.  Got a big ol' belly under that tan button up.  Slurring, drooling, farting frequently.  And breathes heavily through his nose.  Yes, Warren makes me feel safe.

Today, Warren was complaining about the long week that he's had.  He can't wait til it's over.

I'm sorry?  You buzz people into the building when they forget their card keys.  Long week?  Your next big adventure is death.  Don't wish away the days pal.