Sunday, August 28, 2005

My Dream Job

When I read this comment over at Unfogged, a little light bulb turned on above my head.

Imagine, a job where they pay you to procrastinate!

(In a sense, this describes my current job, only my employer doesn't realize it.)

I can just picture it. The boss is standing in the entrance to the employee's cubicle. . .

Boss: Walters, I need you to write a report on third-quarter sales.
Walters: Sure, boss, when do you need it?
Boss: If you get it to me any sooner than next Friday, you'll be looking for a new job!

I wonder if such a work scenario would actually make me more produtive, in sort of a reverse-psychology way. Guess I'll never find out.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Odd Poetry from Spam Emails (#1)

The more original a discovery, the more obvious it seems afterwards.
I'm just a person trapped inside a woman's body.
Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body.
I expect nothing. I fear no one. I am free.