Maybe the fascists are on to me? Probably not. The Godmachine makes no noise. Thus I disregard their signs. I won't follow your rules!
P.S., yes I do wash my hands, thank you. It is the other sign I technically cross.
Showing posts with label fortress of solitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fortress of solitude. Show all posts
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Navigating the oceans of a new office
In any new office, navigating the new waters can be treacherous. And the first hurdle to cross is the restrooms. Every man needs his Fortress of Solitude. Some place to sit down in peace and put your head in your hands for a spell. Gather your strength, girdle your loins, and prepare for another round.
Maybe the fascists are on to me? Probably not. The Godmachine makes no noise. Thus I disregard their signs. I won't follow your rules!
P.S., yes I do wash my hands, thank you. It is the other sign I technically cross.
Maybe the fascists are on to me? Probably not. The Godmachine makes no noise. Thus I disregard their signs. I won't follow your rules!
P.S., yes I do wash my hands, thank you. It is the other sign I technically cross.
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