Second Life

Having burned 4 years of my life in acquiring a non-terminal degree that hasn't contributed anything to my resume, I find myself in the position of working with a lot of people who are two to three years younger than I am.

One of the upshots is that it provides a little color that my otherwise straight-laced, incredibly responsible existence wouldn't. For example, a friend of mine here had a drunken one-night stand the other day. With another employee. Who managed to pee his bed in her sleep. And who then, having failed to wake up early enough to make a stealth escape from his apartment, jetted under the pretense of having a "client meeting" to prepare for. On a Saturday morning. Without her underwear.

A Pitcher's Count

Strike One -- sharing your iTunes playlist at work.

Strike Two -- sharing your iTunes playlist at work when it includes two albums by the "Cunninlynguists."

Beyond the Looking Glass

I'm working in a small team with a guy named Neil, and I'm like "Dude, where's your eyepatch and goatee?"