What color is your fire exit?

It was just a little more than a year ago, Jeffrey and I moved out of the drab office we'd been sharing in Warren Hall, and I scored a plush office in our newly remodeled space across the street.

Well, now some new tenants are taking my office, and I've been relegated to a cubicle by the fire exit.

This is about the worst thing that can happen to you where Jeffrey and I work. See, they can't fire you, so when you fall from favor, they just move you to a cubicle by the fire exit.

I feel just like Neely O'Hara in that scene in "Valley of the Dolls." You know the one I mean? Where her understudy has stolen the show, and Neely's out there in the alley having a nervous breakdown in a mud puddle.

(Sigh) I just know they never got the stains out of that beautiful sequined cocktail dress.

But the good news is I took care of that java coding that I've been meaning to get around to, so now I can update this site more regularly.

OK, who wants to see me flush a coworker's wig down the toilet?!

Kurt "big daddy" True
22 july 2006