Back to the Clone Factory
Merrily, merrily, merrily....Back to work tomorrow after being off for a month. Don't let anyone tell you that meningitis isn't good for anything. I was able to escape the office politics, the attitudes and the torture of repeating myself endlessly, day after day. When they speak of the gates of Hell, I always think of the heavy doors off Dufferin Street that lead to Marble Alley. Oh, the humanity!
I've been reading exerpts from the Kabbalah to keep myself from plunging into dispair. I'd better read some more before tomorrow. Wish me luck, gentle reader...
posted by Danya at 5:25 PM
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The marble is a facade designed to convince us that the denizens who occupy the area are worthy of our respect and fear. In reality, their worthiness falls far short of their lofty ambitions.
Still, a corner office-dweller gave me a memorable visual memories a few weeks back when I watched him try to avoid me not once, but three times, as he walked the second floor. The sight of a paunchy middle-aged guy doing the cubicle shuffle with a look of bemused shame on his face while he vainly tries to avoid looking like a doofus is one I shall not soon forget.
All I can say is thank goodness these people exist, for without them I wouldn't have the prototype for so many kinds of nasty, mean-spirited individuals.
2:05 PM
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