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Thursday, August 28, 2003
 
So Claire got fired from her job, which those of us who know and read her will not be surprised -- she has what the office world calls "an attitude problem," i.e. "a brain larger than a muon." Alas, her supraatomic brain size does not quell her urge for revenge upon the people who have made her feel so useless, so dull, so unfit. That's what office life does to smart people: it tries to make you ashamed of everything that makes you smart. Well, buck up, nuncstans. Soon you can be smart without shame in the comfort of your unemployment bed! All because YOU COULDN'T JUST PLAY BALL, HUH? (Word to the wise, Robin. Repeat after moi: "whah ah'd simply luv to attend the awffice pahty! Ah'd luv it evah so!")
     It's odd that your office fired you on Wednesday and allows you to hang around for two days, because the trend in firing has been to fire people on Fridays, so they can go home and kill themselves over the weekend instead of coming back to the office to perforate their erstwhile coworkers with superaccelerated depleted-uranium projectiles (or whatever you would use, I dunno). But since you've got this time to frolic without fear of consequences (other than a bad recommendation or legal action), here's a list of:
Lame Duck Office Activities
-- Put your mouth on the edge of your desk and pretend it's a kazoo or harmonica.
-- Laugh audibly to yourself every 30 seconds.
-- Walk into the boss's office and, with hands on hips, indignantly demand: "now how'm I s'posed to pay my fuckin' RENT, bee-yutch? You di'n't think about that, ditchoo?" Then snap, turn, and stomp out. Repeat every 40 minutes.
-- Stick a Krispy Kreme in the back of the boss's file cabinet, knowing that the roaches will find it in time, in time.
-- Tuck a sack of frozen shrimp deep in a hidden nook of the office, where it may not be detected for a week, by which time the smell will be unremovable.
-- Carefully steam open some office sugar packets and replace the sugar with salt. Reseal and replace the packets. Ha ha!
-- Brush the keyboards of the worst lawyers with a slow-acting government neurotoxin, preferably one that burns out their capacity to lie, bathe, or walk ten feet without stumbling. Brush a key they don't use very often, like "scroll lock," so that it will take a while to take effect.
-- Have a 5,280 lb monument of the Ten Commandments delivered to the reception area.
-- Or, have a giant safe delivered to the reception area, and lock inside of it one of those Billy Big Mouth toys that sings "Don't Worry Be Happy" whenever someone makes a loud noise.
-- Order subscriptions to "Over 50" porno mags in the name of the boss, marked "bill me later."
-- Undo the buckle of your belt (though not your top pants button) and walk around looking dazed.
-- Scream "Yahtzee!" at the top of your lungs. A lot.
-- When you leave tomorrow, make as if to shake your boss's hand, but pull it away at the last moment and run it through your hair instead. Ha!
-- As the door closes behind you, say "see you Monday!"

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