Tuesday, December 16, 2008

You Won't Recognize Me  

I'm not the kinda guy to run to my blog when things go awry at work. I'm also not the kinda guy to run to my blog when things are spectacularly splendid at work. Furthermore, I'm not the kinda guy to run to my blog when I get told I need to blog more.

That's not me, that's not thee, and that's not a bee. That's a Hornet. And the clip is as old as your grandmother, but so what.

I don't really have much to say, much less a point to make. I mean, I could talk about the free lunches, baked goods, gift exchange, a cubicle that doubles as a cubicle because it's situated underneath the only air vent that spits out cold air during winter, how I'm a complete sucker fund-raising drive donation requests from co-workers, how I am both a rockstar and a complete newb at what I do, the unmerciful daily commute to Mississauga (Toronto's cousin we never talk about), how I keep getting non-spam emails from a teacher out in San Diego that claims I'm a parent of a 7th grader (this is non-work related), how I am sharing a cubicle but still manage to forget half the time that there's someone there behind me until I bump into him. All valid blog topics.

But that's not me. That may be work me, but that's not internet me. Internet me is tired now, and is going to watch TV. And by watch TV, I mean go watch my brother beat Zelda: Ocarina of Time, which he does once a year around Christmas time. It's a twisted ritual, but I don't question it. I just sit back and watch him mechanically run through every detail of the game.

Don't call this a comeback.

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posted by Buttug McOysty . 7:38 PM .