Yeah, so, my office in Oakland isn’t located in the best part of town. We don’t have a parking lot, which makes our parking situation
A few months ago, the company I work for was bought by a larger company in Minnesota. My boss made a trip to the Minnesota headquarters and held a meeting to share what he learned.
He told us about the office culture and what’s going to happen now that we have new overlords. And then he said this:
“They are located in a huge building with a massive parking lot.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa — they have a parking lot? What’s that like?” I said, because I’m a jackass.
Everyone laughed, because – yeah – our parking situation sucks.
“I bet they can park their car knowing that it will be there when they get back,” I added. “Where’s the excitement?”
I never know what I’m going to find when I park my car. Sometimes there’s an empty cabinet filled with hypodermic needles ; sometimes there’s a creepy, child molester van or trailer parked for weeks at a time.
Lately, it’s been trash.
This trash was taking up a parking spot for almost a month.
When we would be coming back from lunch, my coworker Paul would think that was an open parking spot.
“No, you can’t park there, Paul. The trash is parked there.”
There’s also shopping carts parked around the building, filled with I don’t even want to know. I worry there’s a body in there.
This week I’ve been parking behind this:
As you can imagine, it smells awesome around our building. Let me put it this way: It smells like an episode of “Hoarders.”