It used to be a running gag at the Job From Hell that it was damned near impossible to be fired. You show up for a week wearing the same sweat-stained clothes, your hair plastered to your forehead with grease, smelling so horrific that the elevator still carries your reek three hours after you used […]
That sensation one gets when one knows where someone else is coming from but can still tell they’re full of crap: This morning, I found myself waiting on the register line at Best Buy. I am holding my sole purchase, a Blu-Ray disk of a recent movie I won’t name in this context because I […]
So among the submitted comments on my latest post, the one about HAMILTON, was one from someone named Clyde treloar saying, “get a life adam.” I would like to note among other things that I print his name exactly as he does, without capitalizing his last name or the initial letter in his sentence. I […]