Author Archives: DAK

When I was younger, saying, “Oh, he’s an old friend of mine,” didn’t have the same negative connotation that it does now.

The first time I broke my arm, Josh (who pushed me) visited me in the hospital a day or so after I was admitted. He was very shy, very apologetic, and hid behind his mother most of the time. I … Continue reading →

Working in San Dimas and driving a black truck with no air conditioning is clearly penance for some past sin. I don’t recall ever doing anything that deserved this level of suffering though, so perhaps it is Fate’s way of … Continue reading →

Internet access was out most of the day, and now I have to run to a telecon with Thailand, so I will just leave you with this to think about (related to my last post, in fact): Why do they … Continue reading →

My 7-Up can has a full-size picture *ba-dum-dum-CHING* of Frodo from The Lord of the Rings on it. He’s “brandishing” (holding akwardly) a sword and looking at me like he wants to say something, but will throw-up if he opens … Continue reading →

Things that I do or do not do in work restrooms, first in a series: .: I do not, under any circumstances, want to be seen leaving a stall. I am not sure why. Nevertheless, my need to not be … Continue reading →

You have been warned Hello everyone – While we shouldn’t have to send these messages out – we continue to have a problem with the disappearance of food items that our employees have stored in the break-room refrigerators – so … Continue reading →

There’s a manager here at work that has an odd way of addressing people. Typically speaking, if you were to come in to my office with the express purpose of speaking to me, you would say something along the lines … Continue reading →

I wonder if Keyser Soze is still there? I’m feeling yes.

I got caught sliding down the hand-rail this morning. It’s no small surprise as I am guaranteed to do so a minimum of five times a day. A kind of plain-looking, slightly-stooped, older man caught me as I slid down … Continue reading →