Once the Butt-bucho started droning on about software accountablity. This was followed by pissed and moaned about their meaningless computer thingie and . . .
I started calculating in my head how many holes were in the acoustical ceiling tiles in the room to put this all into perspective.
At first, I thought I could just make counts along the transect, calculated the average number of holes in a square meter and multiplied that value by the area of the ceiling.
So I counted the small holes in the ceiling tile right above me. I multiplied the number on one side by the number on the other. Hum fifteen and twenty...three hundred. Easy enough to figure out...now I started counting the number of tiles along one side of the small rectangle room--fourteen--the other side--sixteen--not so easy this time without the multiples of ten---two hundred and twenty four. Now for the total number of holes in the ceiling three hundred multiplied by two hundred and twenty four--this could take me a minute, my thoughts impeded by the droning of the butt-head bucho, even without calculated concentration---sixty seven thousand, two hundred...
Wait. Wait. Damn, there's standard deviation in the number of holes of plus or minus 22 holes among the tiles. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg, I think I need to use population calculus to accomplish this calculation. Oh, and then I forgot to factor in the cut-outs for heating ducts, florescent lights and...
Almost too quickly lunchtime came. However, I just KNEW it had done a great "job" for the morning. Not only I survived both the butthead manager's whining and PowerPoint poisoning, but I also determined there were 68,988 ceiling tile holes and 31 cockroach spots in the meeting room.
At least my 2-hour lunch wasn't bad.
