What's on my wall?
Oh, c'mon you know it's the burning question in your mind.
When you woke up this morning, I'll bet you had nothing better to ponder than "What does elkoralish have up on his wall at work?"
Well, I'll show you..
Actually, I have many more sarcastic things tacked up to file cabinets, etc. but as I only have this small area of what can be considered *wall* this is all I have the opportunity to display.
I know what you are thinking... he's lost it right? The boy has gone off the fucking deep end and has nothing better to talk about. Well, that's mostly true. But I only preserve this moment because the wall will never be the same.
You see, apparently, they are painting the walls tonight. And in order for the hired help to accomplish this task, I must take down all personal items or they will be discarded. Seriously. They sent out a memo.
For those of you that don't know me, I can be one of the laziest sonofabitches on the planet, and it is in this capacity that I must say: it would take much more effort to find an empty fucking trashcan to throw out these items than it would to simply take them off the wall and place them on the desk beneath when it comes time this evening to paint this particular slice of paradise. But it seems whomever is doing the paintjob is willing to go the extra mile.
So for tonight I must take down my beloved initech clock and demotivator calendar, lest they be "discarded". On the bright side, at least I'll have something to do as I proudly rehang them on my brand-new "corporate whitewash ecru" slab of drywall in the morning.
As I had the camera out and it was a nice day, I also took some pics of the view from my own personal clock tower..
as long as you cannot see yourself from this vantage point... you should be safe.
If I zoom alllllll the way in w/the digicam you can make out Hoboken.
Ok, back to working for the man....
-C
When you woke up this morning, I'll bet you had nothing better to ponder than "What does elkoralish have up on his wall at work?"
Well, I'll show you..
Actually, I have many more sarcastic things tacked up to file cabinets, etc. but as I only have this small area of what can be considered *wall* this is all I have the opportunity to display.
I know what you are thinking... he's lost it right? The boy has gone off the fucking deep end and has nothing better to talk about. Well, that's mostly true. But I only preserve this moment because the wall will never be the same.
You see, apparently, they are painting the walls tonight. And in order for the hired help to accomplish this task, I must take down all personal items or they will be discarded. Seriously. They sent out a memo.
For those of you that don't know me, I can be one of the laziest sonofabitches on the planet, and it is in this capacity that I must say: it would take much more effort to find an empty fucking trashcan to throw out these items than it would to simply take them off the wall and place them on the desk beneath when it comes time this evening to paint this particular slice of paradise. But it seems whomever is doing the paintjob is willing to go the extra mile.
So for tonight I must take down my beloved initech clock and demotivator calendar, lest they be "discarded". On the bright side, at least I'll have something to do as I proudly rehang them on my brand-new "corporate whitewash ecru" slab of drywall in the morning.
As I had the camera out and it was a nice day, I also took some pics of the view from my own personal clock tower..
as long as you cannot see yourself from this vantage point... you should be safe.
If I zoom alllllll the way in w/the digicam you can make out Hoboken.
Ok, back to working for the man....
-C