HOME | DD

Description
Watcha thinkin' bout, lil fly-guy?
Thinkin' 'bout poop again?
Standing on that ridge there, poop all up in the brain?
Rubbin' ya little feetsies together, thinkin' 'bout poop?
Dreaming 'bout bein' a lil poop hero?

This is gonna be my new desktop wallpaper at work.

I've been, not the greatest employee ever, lately, in terms of, like, how an employer looks at and evaluates employees.
Turns out, when you take days off in the slow season, even if when you're there you spend half the day standing around doing very little for lack of things to do, they think really lowly of that.
As always, the employer is a bastion of rationality in this crazy ol' world.
"We need to know you're reliable."
They're always the ones that "need to know" things.
Never me. I don't need to know anything, as far as they're concerned, least of all that they're sensible.
-
Anyway, got me thinking about the next person to get my workstation after I'm gone from there.
They don't sanitize them. Whatever's on there when I dip is what the new person would get to discover.
Which, if you know me, is a golden opportunity for sowing some confusion.
"Why did this guy have 3000 pictures of Sunkist cans?"
I'll think of something "work safe" to leave behind.
My legacy should be measured in moments of confusion, at work, and in life.
Note the distinction, plox.
If you leave 'em thinking, then they're doing more thinking than before.
Even if that thinking is on a subject of no great consequence.

Anyway,
poop
teehee

Description
Watcha thinkin' bout, lil fly-guy?
Thinkin' 'bout poop again?
Standing on that ridge there, poop all up in the brain?
Rubbin' ya little feetsies together, thinkin' 'bout poop?
Dreaming 'bout bein' a lil poop hero?

This is gonna be my new desktop wallpaper at work.

I've been, not the greatest employee ever, lately, in terms of, like, how an employer looks at and evaluates employees.
Turns out, when you take days off in the slow season, even if when you're there you spend half the day standing around doing very little for lack of things to do, they think really lowly of that.
As always, the employer is a bastion of rationality in this crazy ol' world.
"We need to know you're reliable."
They're always the ones that "need to know" things.
Never me. I don't need to know anything, as far as they're concerned, least of all that they're sensible.
-
Anyway, got me thinking about the next person to get my workstation after I'm gone from there.
They don't sanitize them. Whatever's on there when I dip is what the new person would get to discover.
Which, if you know me, is a golden opportunity for sowing some confusion.
"Why did this guy have 3000 pictures of Sunkist cans?"
I'll think of something "work safe" to leave behind.
My legacy should be measured in moments of confusion, at work, and in life.
Note the distinction, plox.
If you leave 'em thinking, then they're doing more thinking than before.
Even if that thinking is on a subject of no great consequence.

Anyway,
poop
teehee