Cubicle Pwned

Sadly, this blog seems to have lost it's depth. I miss your original blog clay.

Wow, this finally got me to look up the term “poned,” as my 10-year-old pronounces it. I believe I am pwned, as I work in an office for an employer at regular hours. That sucks, but at least I'm making money and buying my unemployed friends dinner and generally enjoying my time off work (quality of life after work is crucial, and not to get sucked into overeating, or over-drinking, or whatever to compensate for my frustration at not achieving self-employment yet). But I do intend to get there before I hit “retirement” age, whenever that is!

Clay,

If you are not “this guy” anymore, then who are you? I imagine your absence for several weeks from this blog means you are seeking to answer this question. Good for you!

“I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.” ~ Plato

Cheers…

I will not climb the corporate ladder!

Hey, that's me! Except we aren't allowed to have pictures, or coffee cups at our cubes. For the past two years my cube has actually been out in the manufacturing area. You get so used to the load machinery noise, that when someone calls you at home, they al ways ask why your yelling at them over the phone. But I will be free! Working on a five year plan, excellerating every chance I get.