Lei

Michael Jackson and the Devils House

He looked at me with cold dark eyes over his shoulder. In his arms he tried to contain his smaller brother as he cried out for his mother. With the distance and the sound from the other people in the park, she could not hear his plea for help. There was another older brother standing beside the two who did nothing. I looked at the young boy as an evil grin began to form on his face and after some time had passed, the younger boy finally broke free from his older brothers arms running to his mother. It seemed like an eternity when the older brother just stood there staring at me as though I knew what bad deed he was doing. Some kind of taunting or mean trick on his little brother. I will never forget the evil look in his eyes. That boy will grow up to play worse tricks. He is the devil.

I received a project this week which I did nearly everything on for the first time. Creating the project title, setting up the letter of assurance, generating the structural drawings for every level of the building and selecting the project number. As I looked down the long list of project numbers I came to the end where no project names appeared anymore. The next number to use was 2006-666.

This project is for a new home in the Shaugnessy area. A somewhat complex design, there are three levels plus a giant three bay garage on the ground floor. Even still, I managed to get most of the project done in quick fashion. The last part was to get the beam sizes spec'd out by my coworker.
"Hey Lei." she quietly asked me through the parting in the cubicle walls.
"Nancy?"
"Come here, I have something to tell you" she said.
"Whats up?" I left my seat and walked over to her cubicle. Standing behind her and looking at her screen I recognized the files I had created which she had already started working on.
"Look at this file. You drew all the walls from the floor right on this file."
"Ohhhh, you're working on the devils house."
"Huh? Oh... hah haha" she laughs. "yeah, six-six-six... now I'm stuck working on the devils house."
"I'm glad I'm not working on it anymore. I wonder what the family living there will be like."
"That's like Michael Jackson across the hall!" she says to me. Across the hall from our office is a notary public. On their door are the names of two people, 'Michael #### and #### Jackson. She looks at the two names and only see's "Michael Jackson."

So Michael Jackson works across the hall and we are busy designing the devils house.