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Outside my cubicle: February 2009
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. How quickly we (do and don’t) forget. A friend and coworker, who I talked to daily about work and non-work things for over a year, left on Monday. I’ve already forgotten what it is like when he was here. And this is sad. He was one of a handful of people that I truly trusted at work. Friday, February 20, 2009. Hug it out. (-,-)/. FYI, I’ve never actually hugged it out. My mom has always told me...
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Outside my cubicle: Budweiser Salutes You (me) Mr. Cotton Candy Vendor
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Monday, August 3, 2009. Budweiser Salutes You (me) Mr. Cotton Candy Vendor. I promise this will be my last post about cotton candy for a while. They play this about 1/5 of the games, and it instantly increases sales. I have a lot to post later this week. No biggy ;). August 3, 2009 at 2:33 PM. I like your portable, pastel, fluffy tree. August 4, 2009 at 4:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Outside my cubicle: July 2009
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Friday, July 24, 2009. Just to help you visualize the cotton candy vending . Thursday, July 23, 2009. The Braves are following up NASCAR night at Turner Field, with an event called Braves Go Green. The McDonalds on Ponce has a traffic cop that stops traffic from approximately 11 am to 2 pm However, he isn't doing a public service. Instead he's giving every McDonalds customer preferential treatment. Friday, July 17, 2009.
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Outside my cubicle: January 2009
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Thursday, January 29, 2009. One Man, Three Gallons of Milk, Expiration date: Feb. 5. Things rarely go as planned. I envisioned my White Russian themed party as a hip affair featuring a beverage that appeases two of my vices – alcohol and dairy. In the end I got my fill. By midnight I had indulged in approximately five of the featured drink and pushed as many as I could upon my guests. When I opened my fridge the following m...
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Outside my cubicle: March 2009
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Friday, March 13, 2009. The Evolution of the Locker Room – Naked to Narcissistic. Growing up I would tag along with my dad to the gym every once in a while. I don’t remember what we did, but I do remember the locker room. Naked men blow drying their hair. Naked men getting in and out of the hot tub. Naked men sitting on the couch watching tv. Naked men standing around talking to each other. Man-to-man nakedness has gone the...
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Outside my cubicle: August 2009
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Monday, August 10, 2009. Exclamation points - Girls use them and Guys confuse them! The proportion of written compared to verbal communication I do is increasing at an alarming rate. Still, I don't claim to know it all. The exclamation point, in particular, has really been playing tricks on my mind. Every three or four text messages from a girl has an explanation point. Is the just polite. Is what you say to an old friend.
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Outside my cubicle: November 2008
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. From the Pied Piper to Clash. In my elementary school's rendition of the Pied Piper of Hamlin I played the part of cat #3. I delivered my single line surprisingly late to an audience cramped into plastic chairs designed for those four feet and under. On Monday, close to 20 years later, I made my triumphant return to the stage. The performers knew what they were doing. They had confident, sens...
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Outside my cubicle: King of Pops, Inc.
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Tuesday, March 2, 2010. King of Pops, Inc. I’m not a corporation man, I’m a corporation, man. (Thanks Jay-Z). After sufficiently severing my connection with AIG and enduring the annual process of winter, I’m nearly ready to turn a popsicle pastime into a popsicle profession. Weekly shopping sprees at the Farmers Market have helped me hone my craft. I’m ready to sell something. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Outside my cubicle: March 2010
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Tuesday, March 2, 2010. King of Pops, Inc. I’m not a corporation man, I’m a corporation, man. (Thanks Jay-Z). After sufficiently severing my connection with AIG and enduring the annual process of winter, I’m nearly ready to turn a popsicle pastime into a popsicle profession. Weekly shopping sprees at the Farmers Market have helped me hone my craft. I’m ready to sell something. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). King of Pops, Inc.
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Outside my cubicle: September 2008
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Attempting to keep life interesting during my first foray into Corporate America. Friday, September 26, 2008. Las Vegas, Day 1 - Let me upgrade ya. I’m not cheap. Overall I would say I’m a liberal spender in the realm of frugality. Still, en route to Las Vegas, we rode Marta to the airport, arranged to bring mini bottles on the plane to avoid buying cocktails, and we stuffed six people in our friend from L.A.’s car to avoid a taxi fare. Once in Vegas, frugal is a little different. We left our room and ga...