Life INSIDE the Cubicle

Switcheroo!!

So deaner quit.
And Giner is coming back to take over a maternity leave.
Maybe Giner can take over this blog since me and Deaner aren't really that into it anymore.

Good times at the work party..

I haven't been on here in a while because I was so busy that I couldn't even fit in a pretend vacation. Last week things let up a bit and my work load shifted around and I have a minute or two to share some pictures from the Toronto Life 40th aniversary party.

Nicole and Dena did a very nice job of being tipsy and posing for their Restylane shot.

Also, you can plainly see here that me and Monica from accounting are very much in love.
I'll post again soon and let you know how that's going. I think maybe soon I might have a chance to get away on a pretend vacation too.

I think Giner misses her cubicle..

I come home very late Saturday night from Cuba with work being the last thing on my mind. I check my emails and discover a very detailed post for MY blog from Gina. It has pictures and word links. Far more detailed than any of my own half ass posts.
Then I get to work this morning and find the same email in my work emails and a quick reminder in my blog messages. Just in case I forgot about her post..Gina, darling, you are in China. You need to forget about the cubicle. I promise you, you are not missing a thing. China is way cooler. Actually, anywhere is way cooler. I discovered last week while getting second degree burns on a powder white beach that work is for suckers. I hope someday soon I can join the land of Life Outside the Cubicle..We could switch? Anyway below is the post about the day back in April 2005 when you were having way too much fun right beside me in the cubicle. I do remember that day with fondness, oiled up Turkish wrestlers are pretty good.

Saving Yourself from the Evil Forces

You know the drill, you made a phone call and are now waiting for the other person to stop ignoring your voicemail messages and call you back. There is only so much filing any human being can do before they pass out from boredom and then you are back to looking for something to do as you wait. Eating a snack is good. So, off you are to the kitchen to get a plate you don't need for the snack but hey, this'll kill at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Back at the desk after the ivigorating conversation with the deliver guys in the kitchen you discover that you have missed the call you have been waiting for. Here we go again. This time it'll take at least an hour before you can expect a response. It's now 10:45 a.m. Too early for lunch, too late for another snack. Finally, it hits you, hallelulijah! You could surf the net as you wait. Yes, yes, great, this way you won't have to leave your desk and won't miss the call.

A few minutes of surfing and you find what you've been looking for. Yup that's right, straight guys oil wrestling.

But wait, it gets better. Not only do these barrel chested men in leather shorts grease themselves down with olive oil but now that they are slippery they have to find something to hold on to and what better to get a firm grip on then

another man's c*&k!

I don't care what anyone thinks: this is hot in a Brokeback Mountain sort of way. It made my day back on April 24, 2005 and I felt a little smarter for having discovered the ancient art of Turkish Olive Oil Wrestling without having to leave my cubicle. A truly cultural experience. Now available on video!

Giner

Hey Gina remember this?

Didn't think so.

Conversation of the day:

Shanna Rose: I wish I had a Jacuzzi.
Deaner: If I had a jacuzzi I wouldn't need a massage.
Nicole: It would be cheaper.
Shanna Rose: Than a massage?
Deaner: They should have jacuzzis on subways.
Shanna Rose: Umm gross.
Nicole: You're a dirty bird. We're going to talk about that tomorrow, when you're not here.
Deaner: Think about it, in the morning, riding along on the subway?
Nicole: All packed in.

Happy Birthday Shanna-Rose!!

Birthdays at the office are always the same. We get $20 allowance to spend on a cake from Dominion. We all meet at the production counter and sing the lucky birthday person the dreaded birthday song. However, lately people seem to rebel against this and get involved in the celebrations. Shanna-Rose did not want to turn 30 and have nasty ass dominion cake. She told me she wanted to turn 30 in class!
Here's what we managed to buy with our twenty dollars (fresh raspberries from the market, pound cake and ice cream).

Here she is doing the classic birthday routine later that night.

Mosaic Day

We decided it was time to celebrate our diverse ethnic backgrounds at work. Our very fist bi-monthly Mosaic day was a success. We brought food from our home lands and shared special insight about our heritage. We each wore our home country's flag on our chests (Big shoutouts to a special organizer, Thanks for taking Mosaic day seriously, you know who you are)
But next time we'll also sing our national anthems. Here I am trying clam chowder for the first time.

Pigeon Visit

My cubicle inmate and I were lounging one day, probably taking a break from surfing the internet when all of a sudden two pigeons stopped by looking at us from the outside. It felt like they were trying to communicate something important. Like the meaning of life outside the cubicle. I tried my hardest to get a conversation going but apparently my thoughts were too boring because they flew away right after this picture was taken. But it was a good moment.