15 January 2007
Boss says 'touching base'
I snicker just too loudly.
No pay rise this year.
Into the third hour.
Biscuit consumption so far;
twelve bourbon, eight nice.
I talk of cash flow
but dream of skinny dipping.
Surreptitiously.
Now with added next day conference call torment cinqku!
Forgot
the button
marked privacy;
my muttered cursing quite
distinct.
I have never really had a boss.
There are days when I would quite like to have one.
It must be quite nice to think you are wasting someone else's time.
posted by andre | 15 January 2007My dreaded piece
of office meeting jargon
used a whole haiku.
(Ahem)
Three hundred and six-
-ty degree commiss-
-ioning process. See?
No! I refuse to
'think out of the box'! I would
rather hide in one.
(It's no good. I'm going to have to be pretentious and resort to the lesser-used tanka form. Haithenkyew.)
The Powerpoint talks
posted by An Unreliable Japanese Poet | 15 January 2007Of three hundred and sixty
degree commissions.
I turn in a complete circle
and fall off my chair, laughing.
I love stop to read
posted by jali | 16 January 2007A post as simply clever
As this. You genius.
Freelance
next meeting cancelled
with fuckall forewarning
you die
there's way too much work
for a budget derisory
call me Ishmael
the client ressembles
an Oompa-Loompa
help!
I can do what I want
and you'll pay me how much?
coronary
Just pay my damn invoice
posted by f:lux | 16 January 2007I don't care if the dog ate
your accountant