Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And I Quote...

When I interviewed here, Everyone really LOVED their job. I thought either this is a cult or a really great place to work.

I drank the koolaid.

Friday, November 17, 2006

They call it 'Cubicle'...

Whisper heard in the darkness... "Trundle Boy where are you?"

Old Friend or new foe? I can no longer see past the blinding flourescent glow that is my PC...

The voice sounds that of my old friend and so I send my response back out to the infinite blackness of cyberspace...


"Help me. I am trapped…"

The voice is heard again... "Trundle boy, use your Trundle Vision to escape!"

My reply is meek, "All attempts to escape have failed. Tall blond Nordic people are holding me hostage on a regular basis in something they refer to as “cubicle”. I am released one hour a day and then again late at night. They allow me to leave only for food and nourishment, however they have tagged me as though a wild animal and I am required to carry around a card bearing my picture and captive ID #, I believe this is so that they can locate me and make sure I do not attempt escape.

I have determined that your father is somehow involved in my current entrapment as I have located his former insignia or rather coat of arms “Steelcase” etched upon my cell walls.

Please help me…


God Speed!"