Wedding Diary
I want to go back to where nobody knew about Greatsociety so I can badmouth my bosses and co-workers without having to make bitchy little threads in member-only sections of the forums.
Category: Wage Slave
Compression Ends
Today is the first day back to a normal schedule, after volunteering for a shockingly retarded “compressed” schedule that did nothing but burn my soul to cinders.
Two Days Sober
I think this compressed schedule is going to kill me. Get into the office at 8am (after leaving home at 7am, get home by 7pm, catch a rat and/or one of the neighbor’s children for dinner, then pass out. The …
Growing Up Breda
On the Metro home last night, I offered up a prayer of thanks to the dark commuting gods because I scored an empty seat and a fairly empty car. But the commuting gods are fickle. I got the crazy car.
Compression
I was on this great streak where I programmed front page articles a week in advance, then sat around and pretended to be surprised when they appeared as scheduled. Gosh, that Nacho! What a prolific and amazing writer! Well, that’s …
Zazz
I’ve decided to become an executioner. This is not just because I’ve been compulsively watching and rewatching the brilliant Snuff Box, which everyone reading should immediately go rent/buy/download, depending on your geography and budget. I’ve made this decision independent of …
God bless and good morning
If I have to narrow it down to the one social habit that I hate the most, I’m going to go with the custom of asking: “How are you?” as part of the regular morning ritual.
Office Projects
I’ve been slowly dismantling the bathroom. A long ago (and failed) high school project involved riding the Metro late at night with a battery powered screwdriver and just going nuts on the train cars. But this required an empty car …
The Layoff Pennies
We had a recent firing here at the Land Where the Idiots Grow. At every job, since I started the life of a wage slave at the age of 15, a firing means one thing: Pennies! No matter what job, …
Pantry Life
I think I’ve established by now that I don’t like people. I’m especially aware of this at lunchtime, when I go to retrieve food and prepare it. There are three pantries nearby, and I alternate between each of them in …