It Must Be Wednesday

Jim, my boss, works late most nights. That said, some days he doesn't come in until noon. Today was one of those days. He came in around noon, immediately walked straight to my desk, sniffed the air, and while glaring at me, declared, "I smell popcorn." I doubt Alicia, our writer, finished her lunch alone.

There I was, assembling a show on my computer at my desk. Michael Jackson playing softly in the background. In the reflection in the window in front of me, I see Jim moonwalking behind me.

Random conversation of the day:
"Coffee?"
"Mmhm."
"Does it make you feel better?"
"For a while, yes. It never stops pain for very long, though."

Typical Day #1

As I'm slaving away behind my computer screen, the speakerphone goes off, and my boss pages the entire office saying:

"ksshhhhhh... Paging all minions. Paging all minions. All office workers may I have your attention pease. Today, at 4:30pm Pacific Standard Time, we will be conducting our monthly Chinese Fire Drill. I repeat, this is only a drill. Everyone in the office please step outside in a swift but orderly fashion, do one lap around the complex, and return to your desks. Thank you....Kshhhhhh."

An Unfortunate Perspective

I hope I never fill this stereotype.

Lighter Than Air

Frustration

Smackdown in a Skirt

Further proof that all Asians know martial arts.