Got paid in cheese today. The usual: brie, gorgonzola, havarti, provoloné. Got some bread, a giant pickle, other goodies. Baked sandwiches. A bottle of Grolsch. I'm going to pick up a few of those tomorrow, pay-day. Victory, is mine.
The payment of cheese was in exchange for some adcopy J. and I whipped up last night. I'll get to hear it on the radio. People I knew came into work today! Awesome!
Currently reading the Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, age 13 3/4. Hillarious read. Brilliant to boot. This book is dead good.
What if we all slithered instead of walked? Offices would be so much different.
And what if all the managers were tall black cats, three feet high at least, who walked on their hind legs and lapped milk from small ceramic cups?
Posted by: joy at December 14, 2005 10:35 PMif all managers were three foot tall black cats etc. etc., it would be very difficult for them to give you the "thumbs up" for all that good, awesome, synergistic productivity you were doing. . . . I mean, structurally . .umm . .biologically.