Office

I was just walking down the hall (faster than a cannonball) to the men's room, and out pops Flanders right in front of me making no attempt to yield. So now I have a rude Flanders in front of me, and it's clear he is also going to the men's room, and he's only two feet in front of me...what to do? I panic, I don't want to go to the men's room with Flanders...think!

I make a quick left and feign interest in the kitchen, but there was someone in there so I had to carry the act out a little further. I look in the fridge for something that isn't there until they leave.

Now still needing to pee I make my way to the Men's room where Flanders is just coming out. Ahh the place all to myself just the way I like it.


My phone is pretty much always ringing, it would be crazy to answer it. Every once in a while someone will get a bee in their ass and put out a memo encouraging all of us to try and answer our phones more. No chance! I work in procurement, we get calls from all manner of tools looking for business. Hey Robert can I come in and talk to you about your Janitorial service? Hey Richard (for some reason my name is hard to remember) can I come see you about waste disposal? Hey Ron, I'd like to come show you how I can save you money on warehousing. Mr. Mentor who's your long distance carrier?

All riveting options that would sure be fun, but might interfere with my more pressing duties. Like blogging.

So for the first time in a year the guy I like to call Tim is here, and I half expected him to walk up to me and say 'I heard you been bloggin' about my pants'