Slowly Going Bald

Kim describes the fabric of our new cubicle walls. She says the color palette includes willow and tusk, which I think means green and white. I'd look it up if I actually cared.This is indicative of how the company works: rather than raise our pay, we get to have dull green walls instead of dull gray ones. Awesome.Joyce asks about the content of the vending machines at our new building, to which Kim responds that they'll probably include the usual suspects, at which point Joyce laughs her senile head off. It's not a particularly funny statement, and cliched, but Joyce still found it hysterical. This is what Joyce looks like, for those who don't know.Tony rocks the Mexican pompadour and mustache. Man, I wish I could do that.The Fun Committee members are mentioned, including me, who Kim refers to as "Mr. Fun himself." This is kind of confusing, since I haven't exactly hidden my disdain for the retarded things we are forced to do by the Fun Committee. My ideas are all shot down.Possible nicknames for Scott, who is uber-Mormon: the Mormonster, the Mormongrel, the Mormonger, the pansy blonde.We enter into a play-by-play of the April Fool's day shenanigans had here at the office, and I contemplate praying for another mudslide or boulder spill or something to make it end.A guy from I.T. comes to talk about a systems update, which Joyce frantically tries to follow. She survived the Dust Bowl, so these strange electronic typing machines we use often give her grief.A haiku about my boss, Jennifer:had i the couragei would ask you about yourcrazy lazy eyeWe get to take a field trip to a printing press in a few weeks, where a few local newspapers are printed. For me this is like being mauled by a lion and then window-shopping for BandAids. So close, but so not.We eat muffins to "celebrate" the people who have birthdays in April. Kim engages in a discussion about which sign we're currently in, which one we're entering into, etc. The whole topic seems about 30 years stale.

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