Little Dig Part II

Yesterday, along with cleaning up the tile mush that adorned my cubicle carpet, they also replaced the tile with the smaller water spot directly above my head. Nice of them. The left the mid-cubicle tile with the waterfall above it out, rightly thinking that a new one would simply self destruct if they tried to replace it anyway.

While I was apprehensive about returning to work yesterday fearing it would be hot as hell there, I had a new reason to fear returning today. Fear of falling objects can be a strong motivator.

There was a new stain on the new tile directly overhead. I greeted it with a chuckle. I can handle small stains now. It's the big ones with the cracks that worry me. A co-worker was a bit more worried. He climbed up on the desk in Ns cube to check out the status of the dripping roof only to find a bucket of water sitting on top of one of the other ceiling tiles directly over my head. I guess now we're testing the amount of water a dry pressed-paper acoustical tile can handle.

A bit more background information. When the AC in this building cycles on (as it does countless times during the day), one hears an enormous wooshing sound along with creaking banging and the sound of each ceiling tile being lifted out of its moorings. I'm not exaggerating. I fear if the ceiling tiles weren't there to protect us, we would all have very interesting hair-dos.

So right after my co-worker announces that there is a half-full bucket of water sitting precariously over my head (I prefer to think of it as half empty), the air conditioning turns on and the tiles all get sucked up into the ceiling for a minute and all I could think of was "how's that bucket of water doing now?"

But don't worry. Jose came by today to pronounce it safe. I'm feeling much better now.