i usually get depressed, said breadroll, but i tend not to mind to much, mind being one of the buzz words, i guess. do i mind would i mind?
a slit and butter could be stuffed in but there is no butter, only buts. if we could roll office chair over me at least, breadroll feebles.
about to descend, said sponge, but didn’t after all. what a disappointment. it would have made the day.
he sighed stereotypically.
a man named fishburger came and stayed only briefly. he left before lunch without notice.
sponge rang, said he was bored.
that’s it now. no more sponge. we assume we send kettle into work. he is target-driven, customer-focused and eager to provide high-quality, high-level 24/7 services, aren’t you, kettle? non-responsive.
breadroll. maybe.
we clearly should identify our recruitment requirements.
meanwhile a speck of dust fell off the table.
when fishburger turns up, the man said, brief him on this and that but don’t be easy on him, he needs to know. the man said that and went away, was gone.
he will not turn up, said breadroll, and if he does, he’ll be stuck into the spreadsheets, not a chance to launch a joke.
if we had a good one, said sponge, it’ll be wasted.
yes, said sponge, yes. the s-word. yes sir. was not that hard. yes. someday we will get places. shops at corners, corner shops. ice cream parlors. swell leaders at every corner and a meeting to attend 24/7 slash 3-6-5. we do debate leap year disturbance but certainly will come up with some cover. yes someday. bottom line.
what, said sponge, just what. what can you say, can.
breadroll, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge, but not on target. will have to review the data going forward, he backed out.
and the gum i stepped in drags on for the day.
sponge, wet, on chair. alert. not me. yes there’s a meeting, as ordered, with fries. sponge all alert.
not one moves.
there we go again, said sponge.
nothing to say, said breadroll, the corner.
will we have spreadsheet, said block of wood, they call it report.
a field day, said breadroll, when it’s done right. there was a silence of many to come. i wish i could put a well put sentence to paper, he said.
there we go again, said breadroll, hardly haven’t seen us leaving and there …
we are at the corner, said sponge, that should be enough for today. forget about wet seats and smurfing.
alright, said block of wood. they stood for a while and tried to remember their lines and way. that failed gloriously.
tomorrow i make a wet sponge go into work instead of myself. i make the sponge sit on my chair and wait for me to sit on it.
but that probably would be too much excitement for a workday.
today i make a wet sponge fill the office space. i make the sponge sit on my chair and wait for me to sit on it.
then again, that probably will be too much excitement for a workday.
31 July, 2003 