but ... you'd be eaten in the wild
the workplace ...
you hear all the stories, have a few yourself ... know what i'm talkin' about.
sometimes i just want to turn all lord of the flies in a meeting.
you know?
just tear off the shirt and jump up on the table in a howling seizure of release, grabbing the nearest stapler and slap a few ch-chinks into anything that moves.
it's not that i want to make the trains run on time ... it's just
there's shit i'd rather be doing.
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sometimes i dare our photographer to ride our scooter around the office naked, screaming really loud.
i know what you mean...
No chairs...hold your meetings standing up. People get to the point when they're not pontificating from a comfy throne.
Would you like a gift certificate with that?
or maybe go ballistic with a silly string machine gun?!
Just came out of a meeting exactly like that. I felt like standing, screaming 'WTF have you been doing for the past 2 months if not your job.' But instead, I kept quiet and created another awe-inspiring doodle.
Some days, it's good to remind myself about the primary reason for work - it's to pay for playtime.
i'm leaving early today to avoid my weekly 1.5 hour meeting where we talk about what we talked about last week....
Ohhhhhh, yes. Diggin' the stapler image.
like...anything?
I'll give ya a dollar if you do.
The wild-eyed look is hot.
I will bring over the Office Space DVD.
That seems to always center me when I get to that level.
Seek peace at the meeting and peace will come to you. I visualize a bunch of monkeys sitting around the desk when I get bored.. either that or i bring my laptop in and play solitare and pretend to take notes.
The cycling scribe had a bad day.
His pimping of the pleasure principle has gone astray.
His office sucks, he's down in the muck,
Oh to be spinnin' down the road away from that cluster f***
"Just grow your hair long and act like the big shot" -Mathias Jabs
nice ...
'cept we don't use *** here.
got it. lesson learned. maybe that last line could have been --
Oh to be spinnin' down the road away from that cluster... Duck!!! The bag boy is squeezing off rounds from the Swingline.
but ...
no, but ...
i was told that ...
that guy is my hero.
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