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i am taller than most which has become an important evolutionary trait contributing to my survival and avoiding lay-offs here at the office. i am tall enough to see over the cube walls.
sometimes i frighten smaller workers when my extremely large cranium rises above the horizon of their cube wall eclipsing the light. they accuse me of "praire doggin".
sight above the cube walls allows me to spot executives before they see me. how can i tell between executive and bourgeoisie, you ask? the hair. executive hair.
i slip away before any of the executively haired ones see me. this is important because at any given time i am guilty of several firable offenses.
untucked shirt - my long crocodile like torso makes it hard for my shirts to stay tucked in, so i gave up on that.
short sleeves - i am proud the track marks are gone, and i want everyone to know.
excessively worn shoes - what do they expect, i walk on em all day long.
wrinkled pants - hard to spot because they are hidden under my untucked shirt.
i have survived another day.
afterthought: my hair is taking me no where in this world.
Posted by griff at April 05, 2002 01:40 PM