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Urinorama

Men are bathroom barbarians and there is not a female on Earth who would dispute this fact. Victims of their anatomies, they dribble and splash and produce sounds so mystifying that women on the opposite side of the door often … Continue reading

Posted in January 2011 | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Send condolences. I’m hired.

I loved being unemployed, and I don’t feel guilty saying that, either.  Those wonderful ten months, that endless array of empty days and luxurious naps, those quiet and uninterrupted afternoons, they were an interlude of bliss. The sudden departure from … Continue reading

Posted in December 2010 | Tagged , , , , , | 1 Comment

Pick me! Pick me!

It took me all of five minutes to fuhggedabout the previous eight years.  When the company CEO breezed into my office, shut the door and delivered what he called “bad news,” I bit my lip hard so I wouldn’t break … Continue reading

Posted in December 2009 | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

We got cake.

We celebrate birthdays at work each month.  The big wigs query the birthday celebrants, and then purchase whatever treat is requested.  Everyone then gathers around the conference table trough and enjoys the bounty. A normal person wouldn’t be thrown into … Continue reading

Posted in April 2009 | Tagged , , , , , , , ,