August 2009
15 posts
Bolt
There is a man in my office whose cubicle I must pass on the way to the lavatory. Every time I pass he is staring at his computer screen, wide-eyed, slack-jawed shock on his face. One hand is typically held palm up in a gesture that seems to convey both disbelief and supplication, and the other planted on the arm of his chair, giving the impression that he is ready to shoot out of his chair at any...
Breathe
I’m not too alarmed by the announcement of restructuring plans by my corporate masters yesterday. It’s not clear whether my group is intended to be phased out by our new CEO, but I’m 93% sure it would not prove to be possible, and 98.7% sure that even if deemed feasible it would take from six to nine months to accomplish. And soon I’ll banish the li’l knot of stress...
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“I flatly declare that a man fed on whisky and dead bodies cannot do the finest...”
– George Bernard Shaw
