aaah the quintessential dump. taking a dump, dropping a log, damming the creek, whichever way you squeeze one out, its still a dump. lately these seem to be the epoch of my working day. like a work friend who is always there, i depend on this dump for a few minutes of solace every morning. on those rare occasions that it doesn't show up, i am left wondering all day what went wrong. did i eat too much? not enough? too much cheese? too much stress? just like a sick co-worker, you never know why they didnt show. after this elation in my day, thats when the things usually start to subside in importance. now, here i sit. waiting for greg to bring me the 4.74 amp power supply so i can test out the mini pci card i installed in that 1905. over there sits the order and the tag for that 6100 mdc modem card i ordered earlier. all remnants of the only joyous occasion of my working day. oh work dump, how i miss thee...
Posted by larry at February 6, 2004 10:17 AMWork crunch, Oh work crunch,
leave dairy out of lunch
to ensure a healthy work crunch.
Lysol won't cover the smell.
The kids are left to wonder,
what the hell?
did that smell waft out of a human?
10 minutes of solace,
I wonder if Mike Wallace
Ever takes a crunch on the set of 60 minutes?
Crunch is a synonym for poo.
I have a hunch
you will realize what is best for you...
A stinky smelly work crunch
Steven A. Carlson
Posted by: InKast on February 6, 2004 10:25 AMso do you have a large pile of computer mags in the bathroom? we always used to at computech, but at holmans we don't even get very many mags, and even fewer turn up in the bathroom. i was always kind of disturbed that i was reading something that someone else had been reading whilst taking a dump, but somehow i always fought through my disgust to read one anyway.
Posted by: dan on February 6, 2004 07:21 PMi just recited your beautiful entry to nicole (who is in the other room). she said it was good, i say its poetry. man. . .you should be a writer.
btw,
your brother just blew through town. wow. he was a sight for sore eyes. and now my liver is just sore. we took in hank iii and way too much irish culture (high and low). sc, you should visit mpls more often.
I made it to work today! I think I can only handle two days in the Twin Cities.
Posted by: hicountry on February 9, 2004 08:58 AMi have a problem with pooping in public. it just really gives me anxiety. if i have to do it, i close my eyes tight and cover my ears so i can't hear if another person is in the bathroom too. that way i can pretend i am by myself. also, i like to call it dropping a deuce or growing a tail. i just learned those euphamisms. good luck, lar.
Posted by: Alese on February 9, 2004 10:45 AM