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.
felixnation :: Dec.19.2008 :: Mad Schemes, Odysseys, The Coal Mine, coworkers, wife :: Comments Off
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?
felixnation :: Dec.17.2008 :: The Coal Mine, coworkers :: Comments Off
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.
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felixnation :: Dec.15.2008 :: Fashion Police, Hermit Cave, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: Comments Off
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 the office staff tells me they got presents for me when they put a box of traded Monsterpocalypse figures in my mailbox. And this time, for some reason, I didn’t want to share the delivery of my Playstation 3.
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felixnation :: Dec.13.2008 :: Addictions, Fortuna, Hermit Cave, Mad Schemes, coworkers, friends, wife :: Comments Off
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 usually leave on my desk.
It’s made out of the boxtops used to hold reams of paper, so there’s a ready source of re-usable boxtops in the building. Everything that I normally stack and stuff into the confines of some kind of bag I now shuffle into assorted piles and– well, I pile them.
The result is a wonder to behold. If you’re me. For some reason, I don’t think it’s going to catch on.
felixnation :: Oct.14.2008 :: The Coal Mine, coworkers :: Comments Off
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.
felixnation :: Oct.13.2008 :: Hermit Cave, The Coal Mine, coworkers, friends :: Comments Off
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 tomorrow. Instead of a random assortment of unfiled papers, I find delicious looking brownies wrapped onto a paper plate.
Who put this here, I think, and what do they think I did to deserve it?
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felixnation :: May.01.2008 :: Addictions, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: No Comments »
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.
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felixnation :: Apr.29.2008 :: Addictions, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: No Comments »
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.
felixnation :: Aug.07.2007 :: Odysseys, coworkers, wife :: No Comments »
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.
felixnation :: Jun.27.2007 :: Hermit Cave, Odysseys, coworkers :: No Comments »