there is no such thing as a free lunch, err, breakfast

this morning, bright and early, my whole 'group' at work has breakfast with one of the senior vice presidents, the third in command of BIG BROTHER INDUSTRIES. should be sufficiently painful, as my 'group' consists mostly of social retards. i don't know about you, but one of the many phobias that keeps this cubefarmprole up at night is a fear of eating in public. ok, not literally keeps me up, but i don't know i'll like when i've got a mouthful of eggs and potato and someone is all, 'hey, what neat projects are you working on?' accordingly, i'll pick like a bird and run out and get a bagel when it's all over. blah. at least it's in the pretty boardroom and some great big pain in the ass will vie for center stage the whole time, so i'll just sit back and watch her social retardom unfold as she verbally masturbates herself. free entertainment with price of admission, that can't be too bad, can it?

the tomunist revolt is unrolling nicely, thankyouverymuch. today's accomplishment: assisting up dr. uwscats with a 'fuck you' to big business. tomorrow: i'm thinking of circulating a memo at work about the blue ink ban i'm imposing... tra la la tee da...