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:
Them 'shop things are funny.
Cheers for the book link. Fame hasn't changed me though. What I need I have to borrow.
wing it finn, wing it - look deep into their eyes and wing it, your solid worth is bound to shine through.
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.
I meant to say good luck with the work. My mind, she wanders.
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.
Yes, I will find work for orphans in mines and up chimneys, the scruffy little cunts.
coff coff
I think I'm getting the Black Lung, Pop.
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