Tuesday, August 20, 2002
Chernobyl Jonesin' |9:07 AM|
My boss is trying to quit smoking. I'm impressed by this, but it is making work a bit harder. He was a very avid smoker, he was very good at it. Some people can dance, some people can play the piano, Vid could smoke. True, he has other talents, but smoking was part of his foundation as a human being. This has led to some very serious withdrawl symptoms. Fearing for my life, I tried a variety of things to keep him in control.
I fed him a bunch of Hostess Ding Dongs to take care of his increased appetite and oral fixation, but after a whole lot of those he stopped eating them. He was drinking an energy drink for most of the morning (Which took care of his body's crave for the chemical stimulant that nicotine used to provide) but that too ran out after a while. Running out of options, I ended up getting my hands on another very powerful stimulant. The risks with this solution can best be described using nuclear reactor symbolism. The reactor is fucked, you know it is, so you build a big concrete containment shell around it, and fill it with water. You know at some point the containment will fail, and the resulting disaster will be so much worse than before. I was trying to keep him sane long enough to get to 5pm, so I could flee the scene.
I survived, though barely.
The whole office is filled with printers today. It's really obnoxious. I was thinking about making a photojournal at somepoint, but all it would be during the day would be my work computer, than my home computer/kitchen. That'd be mind-killing, I'm certain.
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