Odds are you’re like me. You have a boring job, and a wife or girlfriend. Maybe you have some kids, maybe you have a dog. You have a mortgage, or rent, or whatever. And your job isn‘t just boring, I mean it’s mind-numbing, where people walk around like zombies everyday. An actual zombie apocalypse would at least mean you could do something about it. (The sound of a pump action shotgun being loaded clicks in the background)

Welcome to my life……

Monday, January 10, 2011

My Boss

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 I was at my desk when my boss came shambling around the corner.  I couldn't believe that he was a zombie.  He hadn't seen me yet so I didn't want to make any quick movements.  I needed the jump on him.  I actually had a sledge hammer underneath my desk so I eased my hands around the handle and waited for him to get closer. For the record, I work at a construction company, so a sledge hammer isn't exactly out of place.  Also, it was a smallish one, relatively speaking.  Just as he was about to come around the corner I noticed that he put a couple of papers in my inbox.  I eased up on the hammer.  He half grunted, and half looked at me.  He wasn't a zombie, but ever since his promotion, he has been slowly dying on the inside.  He had just dropped off theTPS reports I had given him earlier that day.  So I guess they met with his approval.  It made me think about the definition of the "living dead", because if that wasn't it, I don't know what it takes.

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