justanotherfuckedupdayintheoffice

The French, supported by the Dutch, have built a wall between New York and Sydney.

Santé!

I just realized that it took hurting myself, in one of the fingers I use to unbutton my pants, for me to fully grasp the concept of thinking outside the box.

5 days out of the office, 461 unread mails. where’s my shotgun, Courtney (*)?

I was coming up from lunch when, suddenly, it stroke me: Consider that prostitution is the oldest profession in the world.

This means that virtually all my co-workers had a prostitute for his/her great great great great … mother.

I’m pretty sure that this morning, when I arrived at the office, everyone that knows where I live could tell the wind direction just by looking at my hair.

One thing I always found worthy of a Doctorate thesis was those awkward moments when you hold a door for someone at the office. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a true gentleman (just look at my extremely British login name), I do hold doors for (almost) everyone but I feel I must start a discussion on this subject.

Ever noticed that there is always this awkward moment in time where the person you are holding the door for is just a little bit too far away and you consider to yourself (in a single though) whether to let go or continue to hold it a little longer? How do you make that decision?

I usually think of it in attraction and/or degrees of likeness to the person in question: If it’s a girl, it depends if she’s cute or not; if it’s a guy, do I actually talk to this guy at all? Is he a prick? Should I just slam the door on his face?

What are your thoughts on this?