{"id":206,"date":"2005-11-21T10:30:29","date_gmt":"2005-11-21T14:30:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/11\/21\/im-a-ramblin-man\/"},"modified":"2005-11-21T10:30:29","modified_gmt":"2005-11-21T14:30:29","slug":"im-a-ramblin-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/11\/21\/im-a-ramblin-man\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m a Ramblin’ Man"},"content":{"rendered":"

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It’s Monday and I have lots of little nothings to talk about…a perfect time for the use of bullets!**<\/P>
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*Receiving spam is bad enough, but now my blog comments section is getting spam from non-English speakers. How else can you explain this winner: “And how many there is a print on the photoprinter? Who knows?” Um – could you repeat that, please? Better yet, please don’t. I do have to wonder what this person is referring to (especially considering there was no website link).<\/P>
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*Friday night I got together with Mike (again). We went to dinner in the North End (mmmm) and came back to my place to watch some DVD\/TV before going out (probably to the Ramrod….cuz we’re all about the class). Well, as happened the week before, I went to the bathroom, came out and found him sound asleep. I think I may have actually met somebody who is less of a night person than I am. Needless to say, we never made it to the bar.<\/P>
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*On Saturday, I ran some errands to finalize my birthday gift(s?) for Rich. That night I laid low, watched LoGo, sketched and was a lazy shmuck. I loved it.<\/P>
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*Rich then picked me up on Sunday morning so we could go to IKEA. I’m not sure what I think of the place. I’ve heard the reputation the Swedish people are highly organized and somewhat cold. Based on my shopping experience, I there might be something to that. Granted, all of the employees are local and not Swedish…but the organization of the facility felt rather unwelcoming. First off, there are police monitoring traffic flow from the highway. There are more directing you to the store. In fact, there are those orange construction signs at every corner stating “IKEA Detour” with black arrows (I’m hoping these signs are temporary). As you approach the store, the police officers are replaced by store security\/parking staff. I’m not lying when I say that there were at least hundreds (plural) of them. Every single parking lot row had two attendants at each end. These folks don’t park you car – they just stand there blocking you from searching for spaces while waving air-traffic controller wands. Considering there are multiple parking areas with all of these attendants at each row (and even a second parking deck) you can imagine that IKREA’s payroll must be astronomical.<\/P>
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Anyway, after being forced into parking where THEY think you should park, you walk the twelve miles into the store. The interior appears to be operated the same way. You can grab a map (this place is massive) and then go off to expore. But the design is set up so you have to explore it how THEY think you should explore it. It’s not like traditional furniture stores where you go to the department you want. Although there are labeled “short cuts” to various departments, it’s designed so EVERYBODY must follow the same path. <\/P>
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At the end, you find yourself in this warehouse environment where you retrieve your own bulk items. This is also where you find the cash register queue that, and I’m not kidding, was nearly the width of the warehouse (probably at least 300 feet). I did ultimately purchase a desk lamp for $6.99, an elegant (-looking, at least) full-length mirror with pseudo-leather frame, and an area rug for my living room. Despite the reasonable prices, I’m not so sure I’ll go back. The whole experience overwhelmed me and I strongly disliked being “forced” to follow their rigid planning ideals.<\/P>
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*Oh, and I can finally announce something I’ve been keeping relatively secret for the past month and a half. The day after I got back from Paris, jet-lagged and fighting a nasty sinus-infection, my boss informed me that he’d like for me to take over as Administrative Director of the research program I currently work for! YAY ME. I haven’t mentioned anything because I wanted to wait for all of the Human Resource requirements to go through (posting the job to the public for 10 business days, etc…). However, I received my official offer letter on Friday so it’s now safe to discuss. It will go into effect on January 2 and I’ll be moving to a new private office..with my own private roof-top terrace! I’ve been training with the existing Admin. Director for the past few weeks and the goal is to have me fully trained before our office closes for the holiday break on December 22nd.<\/P>
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The difficult thing is going to be picking a title. The current person calls herself Administrative Director. The job was posted as Program Administrator. In other places, it’s been referred to as Assistant Director and Associate Director. I’m not sure which title I prefer. Maybe I should go with something subtle…like “His Fabulousness”. <\/P>
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