MMM 211: Hostile Work Environment

So I work with a lot of democrats.  They aren’t shy about it, either.  Happily they rush to virtue signal to each other about how “xenophobic” the Trumpkins are, or how Ted Cruz (!) who memorized the Constitution at age 13 nonetheless does not understand it.

Yeah, that Ted Cruz.  The guy who’s won cases before SCOTUS.

I thought having coworkers again would be one nice feature of ceasing the telecommute.

I WAS WRONG.  I’m not a confrontational guy, I don’t want to argue or even talk about politics at work, and I sure as heck don’t want to listen while my coworkers express derision and disdain for me (and most readers of this site), even if unwittingly.

Somehow, some way, this is all to the good.  Some good thing will come out of my disastrous decision to join this endeavor.  I have made every effort to escape, and I keep hitting walls or just plain having bad luck.  So I wait, and I pray, and I look for ways to escape.  I was trying to get out before annual bonuses come out, but it looks less and less likely at this point.

Fluorescent shooooos


I like nice calves.


Christmas flips a tire.


Bellybutton sans lint.



She looks fun.


Nice curls.


This is all artistic ‘n’ stuff.


Deadlifts are just as good for the booty as squats, possibly better.


More arty stuff.


Wistfully looking outside.


Week 29 begins.  My whining continues.

What would you buy with the Powerball jackpot?

We’ve all dreamed about it. What would you do if you had Fuck You Money? Would you invest it prudently? Start the business you’ve always dreamed about? Pay Obama to take a vow of silence for the rest of his term? No, we all know what you’d do with the money:

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One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, more!

That’s some groovy vinyl right there! I hope you liked that early surf guitar, psychedelic sound. The Crossfires eventually became The Turtles.

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