Thursday nights are always a little slow at work, so I took some time to be nosy.

There will be an auction in a week or so, and the nearby university is using part of our warehouse to store things to be auctioned. Piles of random crap tend to draw my interest, so I picked through a few things tonight.

It's mostly old kitchen stuff. The university kitchens were upgraded this year, so they're getting rid of all their old counters, industrial mixers, shelves and other stuff. There are a few interesting things in the pile; namely, some old computers. They haven't put together a list of what all is being auctioned yet, and I wasn't able to tell just by looking at the computers what speed they were. But I get paid right before the auction (uh oh...). If they have a 486 or faster for a reasonable price I'll probably bid on it. I'd like to have a second machine to load Linux onto so I could play with it. grin

Hmm. I guess this means I'll have to bid on a monitor, a keyboard and a mouse, too. I suppose I could get one of those switchers, so you can run two machines with the same monitor and keyboard, but I think those are expensive.

I just piddled around for most of the day today before I went to work, even though I had wanted to drive out to my old job. When I left the old place, I packed up all the stuff on my desk and trucked it out to my car. But I forgot something. My sister gave me a Star Wars Queen Amidala water gun for my birthday this summer and I took it into work when our air conditioning wasn't working. And then I forgot it. frown I get the feeling someone hid it so I'd have to drive out there to get it.... But I'm paranoid like that.

It's taken me so long to get out there because it's so far away. (One of the reasons why I quit that job, by the way.) It's about a 50-minute one-way drive. Ick. I am not looking forward to this.

I had all sorts of toys on my desk at work. It was pretty funny when we would have meetings with the bigwigs, because they either had to walk past my desk to get to my boss's office, or we had the meeting where my desk was. Someone would always comment on something on my desk. I rotated which toys I displayed every once in a while, but the last bunch I had up was:

• Little stuffed green dragon with silver wings. My mom got him for me when I got into an accident at my old, old job. (I ran the supervisor's road call vehicle into some yellow poles and a fire hydrant.)
  
• A Beast Wars action figure: Transmetal II Cheetor. He's cool. He's got a rocket launcher on his back.
  
• Another Beast Wars action figure: Transmetal Rattrap. For some reason, the drivers constantly played with this toy. Everyday I would come in and find Rattrap in some random spot between full beast mode and full robot mode. (The drivers could always get him into robot mode but could never switch him back.)
  
• A 9 inch tall figure of Hopper from A Bug's Life. He has "Fighting Action!" and when you squeeze his wings together his arms move up and down. Unfortunately, because of how his arms are shaped and positioned it looks like he's... um, making a lewd gesture with his arms and pelvis.
  
• A Tamagotchi. One of the clear blue ones. It would always beep for attention or food while I was in a conference call. It's alive, I tell you, alive!
  
• A Star Wars Darth Vader action figure. Darth Vader is da bomb.
  
• A tiny little guy about the size of a green army man, but he was bright orange and looked suspiciously like Alphonse from Patlabor.

I also had a picture of Jaws and some pictures of my rats. And hanging on my wall was a wonderful picture (by Dave Sauve) that constantly reminded me of Dave. (Don't ask. Explaining why and how the picture reminds me of him would make this entry at least 2MB. I'll get to it another day.)

Eww. The cat just hjorked up a hairball.