Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Eavesdropping, Not Flattery, Will Get You Everywhere


I overheard this while walking down the hallway back to my station. "The only chain restaurant I like.....is Chilis." Let's alert Zagat. It should be rated on flair alone. We used to have a group outing we called "Shit Date." We would go to Chilis and then see a movie like Resident Evil, or Tomb Raider 2 or something with Will Ferrell. Snakes on a Plane was debated. So was Basic Instinct 2. All pictures on par with the honey mustard and cobb salad. Chili's was the only establishment suitable for the moniker. Next time my co-worker should "dip-in" and join us for a "Party Platter". Yeah, I already downloaded the menu. Don't sweat it even though it is "spicealicious." Sounds like she loves her "babyback, babyback, backback"........

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Under Siege


For the most part, here, in the hallway, things have been under relentless attack, boy-manned by pre-teen Visogoths. So it was none the surprise when this turned up further downward the hallway path over yonder downhall. It is mine. I'm having much success fending off thier flaming arrows. It is precious

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Speaking of the Dark Prince


The view from the unoccupied corner office that holds a bunch of cardboard boxes looked like something out of one of the nine planes of hell this evening.

I want chicken i want liver.


The lady down the hall from me has a photo of her cat in her cubicle. If he was mine i would name him Mephistopheles. I think his name is Horatio.

Tossing out the Tarot



I found this magical 8 ball in the fax room here in the office. It only gives bad advice and it is basically impossible to read. Here it says "circumstances unfavorable". I had asked it if I was going to get the corner office. One says "miserably correct" and another reads "As I see it, grim." I have been taking its advice. I also found this book that someone had left on my desk. It is an amazing cliffhanger. The title speaks of the truth.

Lunch Break


then i took lunch.
I'm on a new diet.
It's pretty strict. It's just Sambvka and Godiva chocolats. It's called the Hollywood Madam and it's huge in Miami. It is yummy and it is delicious while making you and your essence feel great.

Did Some Decorating


Just trying to spruce the place up a bit.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Welcome to the neighborhood you, you new neighbor, you.



I walked into the hallway to find this guy. It was good timing. He was just being set up. It did not take much time or thought to come up with the moniker to slap onto the nametag of this cilindrical brody. Welcome to the neighborhood. Sorry, no. You will not be finding your black and white print outs here. Help yourself to one of these Godiva chocolats! Sorry, I'm hoarding the Sambuka. The sign at his feet would not fit in the frame. It reads: "There must have been some magic in that old top hat they found....." Seriously. They found something, regardless. By the way, "Peace". Please stop reading over my shoulder in those Vuarnets. Sorry. No. I did not realize that they are Revos. Nice. No, pardon.....excellent.

Red Light Down White Light UP

I just got some soup at the cafeteria. When i was leaving I got in an elevator going down to the lobby. A woman got in the elevator with me. She meant to be going up. She was upset. "It's not a long ride" I assured her. "Yeah, but i"m going to have to see people" she said. "They're the worst" I replied. While true, this statement is pretty humourless. She laughed though. Then she looked at me really interestingly and kind of stopped smiling.

Monday, January 8, 2007

Well we're moving on up to the East side

I forgot to mention that we hired a temp. That is short for temporary. She was stuffing T-shirts into envelopes and then addressing them. She was doing her work in the corner office. I bet she did not even know that she had "arrived", let alone
realize that she had earned the big promotion. It was a long time coming. Time sheets are delivered to the thirty fifth floor and yes you can probably take your resume off of monster now. Patience. Climb the ladder. LOOK AT THAT RIVER!

Thursday, January 4, 2007

I don't want any damn tru-coat. I've said it many times.


It all started with this string of emails yesterday. Maybe she's in a storage room. Maybe she's in a warehouse. Maybe she's on canal street. Anywhoo.....The black and white printer that was taking up the entire area of my desk has now up and gone missing. There are a few people who have some emails that they would like to print out in black and white. Today the tension and anxiety as to her whereabouts; it escalated. I'm not sure if I have ever had to use the phrase "well then i guess you're a fucking liar" before today. If so, not many times. Chet the technical wiz kid from information technology showed up today. At first i was not included in the conversation. I was on the telephone with another wrong number from someone who was looking to pitch a television show to one of our parent companies. I bet whomever it is that he wishes to speak with does not sit at a desk in the hallway. If they did, they probably wouldn't be disguising and listing their phone number as mine. Unfortunately for all parties involved, I did not have the oportunity to option a pilot for this gentleman so I excused myself from the conversation and chimed in to the one behind me. Chet was speaking to some of the ladies with whom I work. He was telling them that he did not know where the printer was. Then he was telling them that I had told him to throw it out. This was not a true statment and I felt that I should address it. Then he said that it was Courtney who told him to throw it out. Courtney was not present in the conversation. Courtney was not in the office at all, so she was unable to defend her good word or her honor. She was out sick. According to Chet she was not sick when she told him to discard the printer. I doubt that Courtney told Chet to throw the black and white printer out. Basically, it was a pretty good move by our Chet. I did not know that he was such a scholar of Tort's. Voila l'etudiant! Eventually he left and vowed to get to the bottom of this problem that we had created. Chet is good for a solid. The place would pretty much fall apart without him.