I’m too sexy for my pastry

28 February 2008 at 7:55 am | In Exchange programme | 24 Comments
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Political Correctness has destroyed workplace humour.  Who knew there was a fucking leper at the staff meeting?
Many thanks to the incomparable Daisyfae a.k.a. Trailer Park Refugee for producing today’s comic. Not only does she seem to have an innate understanding of what goes on here on the other side of the mountain, but she’s also easy prepared to bend her considerable talent to the task without whining or making unreasonable demands.

Note to the slower children: This means the episode above is more of a potential occurrence than an actual one.

Well isn’t this fun? Pass the potatoes, please

26 February 2008 at 8:50 am | In Second-person singular | 41 Comments
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Next time, give me more than a three second warning, okay?  ‘Oh, by the way...’  when you open the door does *not* constitute adequate preparation time

Yes, but -

22 February 2008 at 9:37 am | In What do *you* say? | 39 Comments
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I was originally planning on going the phonetic route, but this is *way* funnier.  Your mileage may vary
Update:
Firefoxians rejoice! Now you too can view my lame-ass mouseover text with a handy plugin. According to David Malki, you can use either this one or that one to make the problem go away. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! And so forth.

A necessary evil?

20 February 2008 at 8:27 am | In If I could save time in a bottle | 27 Comments
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You mark my words - when the revolution comes and management are put on trial, it will go poorly for them if they try the 'I was only following the agenda' defence

The public has a right to know!

18 February 2008 at 2:11 pm | In Sensitivity analysis | 30 Comments
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This is probably going to come back to bite me during my next performance appraisal

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