Dinosaurs & Goldfish: Working it Out

So I've been reading disgruntled worker posts lately and have found that so many people are upset because their grizzled old superiors are dinosaurs. However, more often than not the complaints are about how the frustrated party's suggestions are ignored. I imagine this is the case because the suggestion is actually a whine/rant, demand or all-out verbal explosion. People, your boss signs your pay cheque...don't bite the hand that feeds you. This reminds me of a Metafilter comment I read about how most goldfish die by drowning in their own piss.

Noise

The bank snail mails me to tell me I'm overdrawn, I have a strategic planning day, my co-worker is going on vacation in the South of France, the house is a mess and my student loans have taken 2 payments this month rather than one.....GAAAAAAAA!

Tonight is the dodgeball championship. We're playing the patent lawyers and I've decided their efforts to quarantine ideas is against everything I stand for. Head smash + "OWN THIS JERK!" = sweet sweet justice.

Office Space

Asses of fire...I am still at work reformatting speeches & PowerPoints.

There are 3 things that make me feel happy right now:
1. Keepon
2. Song 317 from Songs to Wear Pants to
3. The thought of curb bashing the dual backup servers

Why can't my events have rollerskating monkeys, sassy drag queens & cool galactic soundtracks like all the other SF events? I hope weevils get in the punch.