That saying is old. I suspect it got misreported along the way somewhere. I think the original saying was, “Being smart means never having to say you’re sorry.” I think today’s equivalent would be, “Being a programmer means never having … Continue reading Love Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry
Not everyone appreciates the same music as you. That you most likely know. What you may not know is that they also might not like the sound of you chewing ice. Or potato chips. Or cereal. Or slurping soup. Or … Continue reading Shit You Should Know if You Work in a Cube Farm
One of the JWs in the office just called his son and said, “We’re glad you were born today.” (The “we” includes his daughter, who comes in all the time and hangs out. Because, apparently, every day is bring your … Continue reading Working with Frauds
I work in a cube farm, as you know. Blake is one of the douche-bags that sit next to me. He is a douche-bag, if I haven’t mentioned. Paul is his friend and Paul is also his boss. Paul is also a douche-bag, but he is a different kind of douche-bag. Continue reading The Grand Experiment
And now we can’t have a Christmas Party. Even though they were always really at best, X-Mas parties. And all because we have a couple of JW’s in the group. They won’t ever just come eat and get the yearly … Continue reading Another Holiday is Upon Us
Ahhhhh lunch with the daughter. Where we get to talk with our mouths full about how delicious the fucking salad is, and compare the price to McDonald’s salads. Where we get to talk about the boyfriends surgery. Where we get … Continue reading Another Lunch in the Cube Farm
If you live in a cube farm at work, don’t be the douchebag that hums or drums on his fucking desk. The guy sitting next to you may lose it someday and come around that thin wall with a pair … Continue reading Cubicle Noise Wars
Some douche bag cut me off in the drive-thru line today. I wanted to get his license plate number and find him. (I can do that.) Unfortunately, (actually, it is probably fortunate) he just bought this piece of shit car … Continue reading In the Drive-thru Line
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