September 24, 2011

• Rosicrucianism

  I've now worked at my work for over 15% of my life. That's pretty substantial. Imagine if 15% of your arm was chopped off. Not pretty. Trust me. I saw this circus accident once. A sword swallowing bear and a sword swallowing man should never be in the same vicinity. Tragedy.

  So, I've been in the same cubicle for over 3 years. This is rare, as many other people have been moved at one time or another. Not me. They know better. You don't wake the sleeping giant.

  If I was a giant, that'd be cool, but I'd rather be a giant bear. Except with leather skin instead of fur. Fur often gets a bunch of crap in it and it's hard to get out. Even dogs end up with those little sticky-balls and then gunk. Not hygenic. And they don't even have hands to use soap and a towel to clean themselves. I guess evolution wasn't working towards hygiene.

  This past week though, there was a catastrophe. My computer harddrive broke. I sensed it the day before, when my computer started going ultra-slow mode. I was all like "Give me more RAM!" and the IT department was like, "We don't have any RAM sticks." and I'm like "Damn it! How am I supposed to work in these conditions!"

  So I had to wait 5 days for a replacement computer. By stroke of luck, cube neighbor was still on honeymoon so I used his cube. The moral: I sat in another cubicle for about a week. Ruining my streak. I don't like it any more than you do.

  Then they gave me another computer and it's rubbish and I almost went mental and cried and blah blah and I'll get a proper NEW computer next week. Phew. You don't expect a brain surgeon to work with safety scissors, do you?

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