Thursday, February 21, 2008

as desperation increases so does the amount of desk crap


as i prepare my performing monkey routine for a 2pm pitch with a financial giant, i gather courage and strength from the fact that i have successfully unclogged the 4th floor toilet.**

this one's for the Major, in honor of his first book, The Order of the Phoenix Park. i sure hope fame doesn't change him.

**NOT MY FAULT.

7 comments:

Twenty Major said...

Them 'shop things are funny.

Cheers for the book link. Fame hasn't changed me though. What I need I have to borrow.

addon said...

wing it finn, wing it - look deep into their eyes and wing it, your solid worth is bound to shine through.

fatmammycat said...

Hah! Your desk is positively neat compared to mine.
No, really. Mine's a fucking disgrace. I keep looking at it muttering 'tidy desk tidy mind' and other assorted bollocks to myself, then I put that down on a post it and glue it to whatever inch of computer is left free.
It's nearly the end of February.

fatmammycat said...

I meant to say good luck with the work. My mind, she wanders.

finn said...

FMC, have small mammals perished, decomposed and melted away unnoticed for weeks under a stack of papers on your desk? this is an effective strategy for keeping nosy nellies out of your shit, i've found.

adam, i wung it and tho my effort was a clumsy bear dancing on a wobbly stool, it is done and it is friday.

Major, i trust you'll put your mushrooming public approbation and influence to a good cause -- like helping orphans.

Twenty Major said...

Yes, I will find work for orphans in mines and up chimneys, the scruffy little cunts.

finn said...

coff coff
I think I'm getting the Black Lung, Pop.