Anyway, yesteday I arrived at BJH's parking garage about 35 minutes before I needed to clock in. And I clocked in two minutes late. Why, you ask? Because I drove around the parking lot/garage looking for a spot for entirely too long. It was very aggrevating.
When I did find a spot, I really found about a spot and a half. You see, I've blogged before about BJH employees not really knowing how to park. Didn't believe me? See for yourself:
My car is in the right portion of the picutre. I am parked in an actual spot. This truck is parked in a self-created spot. Awesome.
Do you see the yellow line runnning straight down the middle of where the truck is parked? That's not cool, dude. Not cool at all. And I will say that this is not the only time I've seen a situation such as this.
*Sigh* I am ready for a new job, whenever God wants to bless me with one.
Reminds me of those people who think their car is more special than everyone else's, so they park diagonally across two parking spaces so no one dings their paint with a car door. When I see that, I park parallel to them, as closely as I can, preferably on the driver's side.
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