Friday, September 05, 2008

in which I describe my new jog

Day 8 of 365 in the Marathon of Dope . . .


Yes, I did say jog - and there is a very good reason for it.

Don’t think I’m going to take up jogging or anything. This is just a play on words.

You see, a long while back I had a boss who loved nothing more than jogging. I mean nothing more. Jogging was his life and he never let work interfere with it. Even after being expressly told by powerful upper ups that lunch was to be “one half hour and no more”, he was out jogging the next day for one hour fifteen at lunch time - as always.

Anyhow, at a gathering of cube jockeys, (a business meeting of many departments) this individual was asked to say a few words about our department (of which I am no longer a part) and the first thing out of his mouth was . . .

. . . I love my JOB! - followed by blah, blah, blah de da or some other corporate rubbish which, thankfully, doesn’t’ even make it in one ear to bounce around and make it out the other side. I have a natural immunity to such effects.

Anyhow, it was quickly translated to “I love my JOG!” by me and stuck with us “workers” ever since.

So there you have it. How one’s mans obsession drove my twisted mind to warp his words to fit my world view.

Oh, and about my new “jog” - it is actually much better than I predicted. You are left pretty much to yourself, it’s fairly busy work (making the time pass more quickly) and my supervisor is actually knowledgeable about the work and a nice guy as well.

I know this is hard to believe, but even in the deepest heart of all evil empires there may lurk pools of solitude where decent folk can find a haven.

Don’t let this fool you into thinking I’m not out of there the SECOND I achieve financial sustain-ability - but at least the wait will not be as heinous as my previous “positions”.

And hey, I’ve already passed the one week mark. Piece of . . .

. . . no, I'm not going to say it. I might have to eat it later, and I’m trying to lose weight.

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