Showing posts with label cubicle life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cubicle life. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2006

My New Year's resolution was to be an even bigger asshole



I finally found the website I needed. Most places that make custom silicone "message" wristbands have a minimum order of 100, but shanrene.com will make just one for you if you want, for $2.99.

For those who don't know the background, a guy we'll call "R" pulled an amazingly chickenshit attempted anonymous backstab on me at work a couple of years ago. This is a limp-dicked vegan douchebag who, at the end of the day, never seems to have actually done anything. He's a fucking empty chair.

Anyway, I figured I would mimic those What Would Jesus Do bracelets with a wristband that says WDRD, asking the not-really-rhetorical question, "What Does R Do?" Which also echoes the classic line from Office Space: "What would you say you do here?"

So wristbands have been distributed to the many co-workers who have wondered the same thing. It's a bit of a long way to go just to be a prick, especially for someone as allegedly lazy as me, but like the Livestrong ones, it's for a good cause.

Friday, December 9, 2005

This tree totally kicks Charlie Brown's tree's ass



Sorry, the only digital camera I had with me was on a keychain.

My corner of the office is by far the most festive. Sometimes I wonder how ironic I'm really being. Even if I'm only stringing lights and decorating trees as a goof, the fact is I'm doing it.