Here's an eye test for you, Diary. It took me a few tries, but I finally found him.
Can you spot the 44th President of the United States of America in the chart below?
What am I Doing?
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Below are some pictures that my cousin took while he was on tour in Iraq. That's my cousin in the first picture. For one of these pictures he wrote the caption: "Better than a cubicle."
That's when I had to pull my hankie out of my suit pocket and throw it on the ground in disagreement. I'll have you know that the corporate life inside a cubicle can be dangerous too. Granted, it's not as dangerous as driving inside a humvee through Fallujah. But still, be wary of Corporate America.
For example, I recall an incident in late 2007 when I tried to staple some reports together and my stapler was not loaded. I think that is totally comparable to when my cousin was involved in firefight and his M-16 ran out of bullets.
We're both pinned down in our "cubicles." (Mine being an actual cubicle and his being the metaphorical humvee cubicle.) At the end of the day, though, we both reloaded our weapons and continued on to complete our missions. His: to save Iraq from terrorists, and Me: to deliver a PowerPoint presentation with a pretty chart on it.
Entered by Mattrix at 8:27 AM
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
This is totally scandalous, Diary. Yesterday I told you about "Cliff" giving me a hard time about my apple fritter. Today I thought that you might like to know about a development that occurred yesterday. The "Office Gangsta" bought some pastries for the group and "Cliff" pounced on them like a stray dog stumbling across a bowl of water in the desert.
I was going to give him a hard time about it, but I decided to wait until he actually started eating one. When he took his first bite I pounced on him. The fury of Mattrix was unleashed and I called him out.
When my speech about health and being harrassed about my food choices ended he had little to say. His excuse was that he did cardio that morning and could afford to eat the desert.
That's weak and I reject you completely. Hello pot, meet kettle.
Entered by Mattrix at 5:29 PM