O’d to Schu

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
This is a poem,
Titled ‘O’d to Schu.’

Schu was my third boss,
Where I now work.
If you messed with him,
He could be a big jerk.

But inside he’s a big softy.
Always trying to be cool.
Hanging around my cube,
Saying ‘Word,’ like a fool.

Shcu treated me very well.
To him, the Web world was new.
But whatever I needed of him,
He would diligently do.

His time has now come.
10 years to the day.
Where he must move on.
What can I say?

We’ll always stay in touch.
Thanks for the laughs.
And we will always share,
Memories of god damn PAFs.

I am the bionic woman!

My friend accidentally closed the car door on my left hand. Entirely closed, shut and locked! After an after hour being in complete and utter shock and icing my hand numb, I was back at my desk typing my next, mundane email. I was able to make a fist, open and close my hand, no problem. I was moving my hand like nothing ever happened.

I always knew that my heart was made of stone, but my body too? That rocks.

Actually, I was just glad I didn’t have to deal with the R$#Q%#Q hospital or the insurance company. I would’ve dealt with the pain to avoid the wasteful health care system.

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