Nothing like walking into work at 6 a.m. to find the power is off. Especially if you’re an IT person whose job really relies upon … well, electrical devices.
So, what to do, what to do, during the three hour black-out we had in our building.
- Bring all my page-a-day calendars up to date.
- Use the last of the hot water in the coffee machine to pour a cup of tea.
- Call the building management to make sure they know that the power is out. (They do.) Call the corporate Help Desk to have an event ticket issued.
- Clean my desk off. Throw away most of the paper, file some stuff, make some new stacks. Dust.
- Build the Bionicle I got at the Disney World Lego shop last December. Cool.
- Wash my coffee mugs. Long overdue.
- Listen to the beeping of the various UPCs over in the IT corral.
- Field a couple of calls to the Help Desk before the phone system shuts itself down.
- Take some quotations I had from various page-a-day calendars and type them into my Palm.
- Read trade journals. Fortunately, I have a sunny office.
Power’s back up now. Hey, I can blog about this!
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APRIL FOOLS!
Actually, no, it was all real. Though I probably should have inserted an AF joke. “Flag down passing motorist. Beg for a sip from his travel mug of coffee.” Something like that.
Speaking of Denver… you shouldn’t by any means have danish ancestors? I mean the kleerup name, the ending rup (as you can tell from my name) being a very danish one.
BTW you’re on the air here–>http://david.blangstrup.dk/feeds.php
Nice to read your blog 🙂
– David from Denmark
Margie’s family (the Kleerup of the two of us) is from Sweden. As the story goes, when the Swedish national railway was being built in the 1800s, there was a rule that only one person of a given name from a given town could be employed on the RR project. This was for payroll bookkeeping purposes. Given that Swedish names tended to be fairly homgeneous — lots of Jon Jonsson and Sven Svenson sorts of constructs — this was something of a necessity.
Some of the Jonssons in the family decided to “change” their name to Kleerup, after a little thorpe (village) near where they lived. (I think it’s currently written as Klerøp, but I could be wrong.) That let some more of them get involved with the RR.
When a set of brothers in that family emigrated to the US, they decided en route that they were closer to the Kleerups than the Jonssons, so they chose that name when they entered the country.
Most of those lines have ended up with girls who took their husbands’ names. My brother-in-law, Eric, has two sons, so they currently are carrying on the family name here in the States (as does Margie). There are also a handful of Kleerups still living in Sweden.
And now you know the rest of the story. (At least, until Margie corrects me.)
Thanks for the feed, David.
You’re welcome 🙂 And thanks for the Kleerup story. Still sounds more danish than sweedish to me, though, but well, southern Sweeden (Skåne and Blekinge) has been danish until recently. 😉
– David
Klerøp is in Southern Sweeden – According to our Sweedish friends that is sort of like saying you’re from Louisiana. 😉