Today I was asked if I wanted a cookie. The answer was no, I didn't want a cookie. Then I was asked again if I wanted a cookie. No, thanks, no cookie. Then somebody walked by with a bag of what I can only guess was Halloween candy. No thanks, no candy. Then they said there was lemon cake on the table. Which had been sitting there all day. Um, no.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Happy Land
Today I was asked if I wanted a cookie. The answer was no, I didn't want a cookie. Then I was asked again if I wanted a cookie. No, thanks, no cookie. Then somebody walked by with a bag of what I can only guess was Halloween candy. No thanks, no candy. Then they said there was lemon cake on the table. Which had been sitting there all day. Um, no.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Day -3
In three working days, I'll be forced into exile, halftime. Worse than Moses being dumped in the desert, I'm being forced into cubicle hell -- a place from which I thought I had escaped several years ago. This little blog is my version of marking the days until ... well, until I don't have to anymore.
In the meantime, I've made two purchases from my friends at Demotivators in anticipation of necessary cubicle decoration:
You may look forward to several tales of woe, stupidity and general frustration as I try to keep my sanity and find a way to escape.
In the meantime, I've made two purchases from my friends at Demotivators in anticipation of necessary cubicle decoration:
You may look forward to several tales of woe, stupidity and general frustration as I try to keep my sanity and find a way to escape.
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