No lie. Sandra just emailed me (we communicate very intimately, my wife and I) and told me that I’m getting a raise!
Reading between the lines, though, I see that she expects me to earn more money in order to justify it. THERE ARE ALWAYS STRINGS ATTACHED. It’s hard enough working for The Man without The Man being my woman.
–Howard
p.s. I love you, Sandra!
It could be worse…you could be working for a real bastard named Howard Tayler.
Yeah, I heard he never gives raised… no matter how hard you work.
Not to mention the horrible work conditions of the poor cartoony elves. Although… I wonder where Howard manages to hide them now that’s he’s home all of the time?
Very small boxes.
With or without airholes?
Sandra keeps plugging the airholes.
Fortunately the cartoony elves know how to wield a pencil, so they can still manage to get air. Yay cardboard.
Fortunately the cartoony elves know how to wield a pencil, so they can still manage to get air. Yay cardboard.
Sandra keeps plugging the airholes.
With or without airholes?
Very small boxes.
Not to mention the horrible work conditions of the poor cartoony elves. Although… I wonder where Howard manages to hide them now that’s he’s home all of the time?
Yeah, I heard he never gives raised… no matter how hard you work.
It could be worse…you could be working for a real bastard named Howard Tayler.
I love you too honey.
I love you too honey.
Hmm — communicating electronically while in the same room. I used to do that a lot, back when I still had an officemate who was actually around. It was easier than both of us taking off our headphones and talking over the background noise. I’ve also received text messages from my mother telling me supper’s ready — I guess she didn’t feel like shouting into the next room.
Hmm — sounds like the guy two cubicles down just arrived. Now where’s my IRC client hiding…
We actually have separate offices these days. Or rather Howard has an office. I have a computer in the corner of the project/guest room. In order for us to talk one of us has to get up, traverse stairs and go around a corner.
We actually have separate offices these days. Or rather Howard has an office. I have a computer in the corner of the project/guest room. In order for us to talk one of us has to get up, traverse stairs and go around a corner.
Hmm — communicating electronically while in the same room. I used to do that a lot, back when I still had an officemate who was actually around. It was easier than both of us taking off our headphones and talking over the background noise. I’ve also received text messages from my mother telling me supper’s ready — I guess she didn’t feel like shouting into the next room.
Hmm — sounds like the guy two cubicles down just arrived. Now where’s my IRC client hiding…