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I demand a recount!

Yesterday afternoon, before we leave work, our Assistant Principal makes the following announcement: All after-school activities are canceled. Please check the website before you call or come in to school tomorrow.

You been working out?

Nope. And muscles don’t secretly work out on their own, either. So when a coworker asks if you’ve been working out when you’ve actually been doing the opposite (slacking out), then what can you possibly say in return?

Power outage ensemble

Today I am wearing a dark collared shirt with brown corduroy pants. They do not go together. It’s not just that they’re not from the same species or branch of animal, but it’s rather like they’re from completely different trees. How do I reach this state? Wind. Wind and trees and power lines.

The great UPS hunt

That’s right. It’s that time of year. Every now and then I order something on the Internet that I don’t have delivered to my two safe zones–work or parents’ house. It’s already bad enough that when a box arrives my dad just asks me if it’s my “little men” of miniature toy soldiers, or that [...]

My new desktop

My co-worker D– stops me in the hall. I don’t know how you function, Felix, she says. I don’t know what she means, and then I see her looking at the thing a student confused with a pizza box. You got pizza? he kept asking me. It’s my new desktop! I say, with everything I [...]

The Great Debate

It’s 70-80 degrees out. I don’t have to go to work. It’s a beautiful day. Time for a great debate. For great debates, I turn to Facebook. Status update: Felix is debating between painting toy soldiers and doing actual work. The next time I check Facebook, there is already a rebuttal.

Delicious defeat

It’s the end of the day, and I’ve escaped International Night practice with a shred of dignity still intact. The building is warm and my sweat makes it feel warmer with the lack of a breeze, so I’m ready to go. I stop at my mailbox to see what items need to be ignored until [...]

Empty Tupperware

It’s my early prep time at work, so I head to the lunchroom to get some paperwork done. When I pass through the door the sight on the table stops me cold. A blue container with a sticky note on the lid.

Socializing is expensive

You pay to socialize with people. You pay for the food, for the transportation, for the medical bills… But when I socialize with my coworkers, I’m beginning to think that you don’t just pay, but you pay real money.

Good times at the bar-bee-que

My coworker M- has her first barbecue at her new house out in Bolingbrook. I show up early because I drop my wife off in the morning and if I stop in the house I’m lost. Home means I’m never going out, not even to M-’s house.