P-AGRO complaints

At the risk of turning this blog into a forum for pagro (def: abbreviation for passive-aggressive) complaints......

I am noticing a trend of the lawyers suspiciously asking the interns to lunch when some of us are tied up with other work-related commitments.....

Since we are not on the Charlottesville lawyer email group, we can only assume this is a massive conspiracy.

What Qualifies as Too Short?

In other news - inspired partially by a conversation regarding proper swim attire for males who want to get a good workout and in part by the NBA finals - the boiler room debated whether it was time for a comeback of the short short [for men]. Arguments in favor - more freedom of movement, enhanced flexibility, greater opportunity to show of your athleticism. Arguments against were hard to come by - eventually it was brought up that tan lines were a serious issue, but one that would become less of an issue over time. Overall the consensus is it's time to bring back the short shorts. Not everyone has to be quite as dramatic as Chris Cooley - but we support the shifting paradigm.

Musical Chairs

While Kodiak and Slumlord Slayer were both smart enough to realize the first day that the hard wooden chairs that fill the boiler room were just not built for 8 hour days filled with saving the world, other heroes were not so far sighted, and the consequences were dire.

The fall-out started this morning, when Slumlord Slayer arrived to find Jubilee! sitting on the softly padded rolling chair, looking smug. Slumlord Slayer responded by borrowing Kodiak's chair. Kodiak took the de-throning well, but eventually the hard wooden seat got to her. She hunted the office until she found a better option. Meanwhile...our newest hero, Hello Kitty, took the orange computer chair.

It didn't take long for J.B. to want in on this padded chair action. Unfortunately, the chair he selected from the hallway had been booby trapped! After a valiant fight, he gave up. All was not lost, however. Kodiak again disappeared into the bowels of the office to locate a super-seat for our J.B. Now, there is only one iron-rumped hero in the boiler room who refuses to give up on his faithful old chair. May his brave bottom never blister!

Adventures

A handful members of the Boiler Room went to lunch at Saigon today with a handful of the real lawyers, and it got a bit crowded in the car. We solved the space problem by "slamming" the Director into the trunk. Please submit your suggested captions for the above photo in the comments area.


Our driver played some Leonard Cohen to liven up the mood. The windows steamed up. Footprints started showing up on the windows. Yes, footprints.


Yes I called my footprints all night
But they don't seem to care
The last time that I saw them
They were leafing through your hair

Footprints, footprints
Where are you now my footprints?

Starburst: Snack of Champions

We in the Boiler Room have discovered the secret to success: candy. Last week we had an nice mix of chewable and peanut-butter cups (which attracted the attention of our superiors). This week we've got a new batch and the starburst are packing an extra special fruity punch. As Jubilee! continues to track down insurance information and Kodiak wrestles with the Fourteenth Amendment - it's those little chewy fruity pieces of joy that keep us fighting the good fight. (Spinning class at 6:15 am for anyone interested in counterbalancing the ill effects of eating bit-size energy packs all day).