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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Operation Hide in Tent
BLEAH! WORK! BLEAAAH! YUCK! UGH! NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO WORK TODAY! It's SUNNY and 80 outside! BLAARRRRRRRRRGH!
The tent isn't helping matters.
Ten feet from my cubicle there's a fully set up tent. It's one of the prizes in some sort of employee contest, the exact details of which are unknown to me. I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my work day in the tent with a few back issues of the Mercury and one of the office TVs. If I could track down a powerstrip somewhere, I could push the vending machine over there too.
There's just one thing stopping me: management. They're sticklers for the whole "we're paying you to work, not to hide in a tent and watch episodes of Deadwood" thing. I've spent the better part of the morning creating a dummy of myself out of Kleenex, staples and Xerox paper. Things aren't going well. So far, it looks like really pale circus seal. I fear I may soon have to get back to work and abandon Operation Hide in Tent. Bleah.