Well, I’ve finally finished up a two-week class at work, so now I get to return to my padded cubicle and attempt to get some good old-fashioned work done. It’s a bit strange being away from my actual day-to-day work for two entire weeks, because the work is all still there. But, even though the work is still there, it’s in a compressed state, just like a fully inflated set of bagpipes. And, the kilt-wearing, haggis-breathed bagpiper, known as fate, is about to have his day blowing work all over my cubicle. So, if you hear the repetitive and melancholy sound of a dying wildebeest today, don’t be afraid, it’s just the bagpiper playing in my cubicle…well, it’s either that or tuna sandwhich I had for dinner last night. Either way, the message is clearly the same: I need some room to work.
November 17, 2008
The Bagpipes of Fate Play for Thee
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