Monday, October 07, 2002
Good morning. |8:48 AM|
I had to get up a tad early this morning to deal with some high powered executive printers. Hooorah. I tend to tell myself that no matter how important and whiny these guys are, in 100 years no one will remember the slightest thing about them. But that doesn't help when I half to pull my recently-raised-dead feeling body out of bed and galump my way to work. Here's the problem with being around executives this morning. I was wearing my nice, stylin' red and black shirt. It looks nice, but I briefly wore it last night around a bunch of folks who, in the most diplomatic of terms, were stoned off their asses. I was in quite a hurry this morning andI didn't remember the weed issue until I was already driving to work, and I couldn't tell if the shirt reeked or not. I could only assume it did, and had to pull the "Wall hugging ninja" routine in order to deal with printers.
I wish it was acceptable to walk on the tops of the cubicle walls, I could travel so much more quickly Ninja Gaiden style. It'd also be good if I could throw shurikens and
stab people. Oh, and as long we're still in fantasy land, I want wings and the power of life and death.
Ah, crap, must go back to work.
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