View from a Wolf

Guess what?

I’ve got some new readers!

And guess what else?

They’re my work mates!

And you know what that means:

1. No more selling heroin in the corporate washroom
2. No more talking about sleeping under the desk (hey Costanza:  you had a great idea buddy.  Pity it didn’t work out.  For you or for me.)
3. I can’t tell you about all of those times I plugged the corporate servers into “The Clapper”, causing severe mental anguish to the entire organization.
   • “Help desk?  Can you tell me what happened to all my files?”
   • “What files, sir?”
   • “The files I was working on”
   • “Hang on while I check……………………………..Ok there are no files, sir”
   • “I KNOW THAT!”
   • “So why are you calling, sir?”
   • “I”M CALLING ‘CAUSE I WANT MY FILES BACK”
   • “That’s nice”
   • “Well?”
   • “Well what?”
   • “Are you going to get them back?”
   • “No, I don’t think so, sir.”
   • “WHY NOT?”
   • “Because it wasn’t me who lost them.”
   • “WHAT?”
   • “I didn’t delete them sir.  I had no reason to.  I mean, you know, I like you.  So why would I do that?”
   • “Huh?”
   • “So that means you must have deleted them.”
   • “I–uh—what?  You like me?”
   • “Good bye sir.  And have a nice day”
   • “But…”
   • *click*
4. And for sure I can’t talk about those times when I went to a whole zoo of cubicle farms, and forwarded everyone’s phone to the next one.

(Really bummed about the heroin thing though.  That was a real money-maker)

Maybe it’s time to develop some sort of “wink wink” code.  So when I say “it’s a sunny day out” you can interpret it as “way too sunny – and I’m much too hung over to appreciate it. In fact, I’m still a bit drunk.”)

In other news……

Some of you have been asking, so I’ve decided to tell you:  saw the doc yesterday and, after a whole series of tests and interviews and after injecting his practice with a whole raft of money,  he advised me that yes indeed – I have ADHD. 

Not a big surprise.  Kind of a relief actually.  I’m no hypochondriac, looking for diseases or conditions.  But when I first read the list of symptoms I couldn’t help yelling “HEY.  THAT’S ME!” (Well I didn’t yell, actually.  I mumbled it.  Kind of softly.  I think.  I don’t know for sure, as my noise-cancelling Shure 535 earphones were plugged into my ear-holes.  I could have been shouting it out at Ozzy Osborne levels.)

(Maybe that’s why they didn’t invite me to the office picnic this summer)

(Also, I seem to be missing my scissors.  In fact, there are no sharp-edged instruments of destruction anywhere near me)

Anyway, the doc told me what I need to start doing.  I asked him “do I need to see you anymore?”

He said “no.  I don’t think so”.  

We shook hands.  He sort of crushed mine.  I tried to keep calm, knowing the pain would end soon.  No tears, not even one.  And I didn’t grimace.

I’m pretty sure my ears popped though.

Glad that’s over with.  I’ve got stuff to do now.  And long-lost plans to resurrect and get going with. 

The future is frigging *bright*.

And in still other news……

Did you see the harvest moon last night?  Awesome, wasn’t it?