My office lighting is equipped with motion detectors. While sitting at my desk typing, not moving, the lights go out. I wheel back and flap my arms in the air to activate the motion detector. The Vice President walks by and sees me doing this.
VP: (poking head in my door) Yes?
VP: Did you need something?
Me: No. Can I help you?
VP: You were flailing your arms around. Can I help you?
Me: Oh, no, I was trying to turn my lights back on.
VP: (trying to joke) I find it helps to get up and flick the switch.
Me: My lights are set up on motion detector.
VP: Like a patio?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
VP: Seems a little weird to me.
(Seven minutes later the lights go out again and I flail my arms. They turn on. Witnessing me, Lenore comes into my office.)
L: Did you need me?
Me: No. Did you need something?
L: Are you drowning?
Me: I was trying to get my lights back on. They're on a timer.
(Lenore steps in front of the light's motion detector and begins to wiggle and shake her body.)
Me: What are you doing?
L: I'm turning your lights on.
Me: But they're already on.
L: Well, I'm just resetting the timer with lots of movement. Now they won't go off for hours.
Me: That's not how that works.
L: (continuing to wiggle) Let's see.
Originally posted March 7, 2008