Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I am the only person who signed up to bring something for the pot luck lunch on Thursday. Which is kind of like the sign up sheet said: Only Real Nerds Sign Here.
There my name sits, lonely, tinged with dreaded office cooperative spirit, the jauntily scripted “Vegetarian Black Bean Chili” branding me, permanently, as a corporate toady, who thinks only about lunch and food.
Lesson learned: ALWAYS wait for the sign-up sheet to get some ink on it before you implicate yourself as a team spirited, vegetarian, office wanker goon.
Cynicism is another word for reality
Email me, you derelict wastrel
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