I'm in love with my job.

HR still won't approve. They don't approve of anything. Also, your job filed a sexual harassment complaint because your beard tickles it thighs.

It needs to lighten up. Maybe an earl gray colonic would mellow it out.

That would work if the job you love is your coworker who spends the day sleeping on the can.

Speaking of which, apparently management finally got through to him, he's been much much better since his last reported "talking to".

Not to mention your beard tickling his thighs is probably helping keep him awake.


From amusing graph to inappropriate workplace imagery in four incomprehensible steps.

Wheee, what a rollercoaster of banter!

Now my thighs tickle.

Oooh! I miss being over there. Jason and I were members of the LB Aquarium...

So, I may have a brain tumor.

At lunch I was out walking around a bit randomly. Our office just moved, and though it is only a few blocks down Mission from where we were before it is like being in a whole new city in terms of discovering all the small stores and eateries and what not.

In walking I passed a clothing store advertising a big sale. On a whim, with no particular need, I entered the store, actually just browsed around, tried on a shirt, and bought a couple. Still subnormal in that I was probably only in there for 10 minutes total. But still, definite sign of a brain tumor.

If I drop dead on the way home tonight, please point Lani to this post.

I thought I felt a shift in the universe.