Sunday, September 19, 2004

Pac Jan

I’ve been having trouble with somebody at work lately.  She started in as a temp, but it’s been about eight months and she’s still hanging out every day in our conference room.  She started out mellow enough but over time she’s developed - or maybe, revealed - a more malevolent side.  Nobody seems to know where she came from, or what she’s doing there.  We think she stands for something, but she looks like she’d bite your head off if you asked her what it was.  It’s like she’s going for a wedgie that’s forever just out of her reach.  Frankly, she’s making me a little uncomfortable.  It’s a pity, too, because she has that retro sensibility that I find so comforting, and a good sense of design, and it’s almost like I used to know her in a previous life.  But that life is obviously far behind me, if it ever existed at all.  This woman treats me like I don’t even exist, like she’s all so high and mighty, when she’s really nothing but a two-dimensional facade, a falsehood writ large.  Well, I snuck into her office yesterday when she wasn’t watching and snuck a photo of her, just so you all can share my disdain of her.  I present to you now, Pac Jan.

that's just the way it seemed to me at 11:02 AM


I have no idea what this post means, but it reminds me that I really should eat some breakfast. Mmmm, white dots and milk.

Posted by Greg  on  09/19  at  12:30 PM

ooooohhh....vindictive!!!  i like it!

Posted by  on  09/19  at  06:17 PM

O Pac-Man, glutton divine,
Thy roundness is exceeded only by thy yellowness.
Thou takest away the barriers in the maze of life,
Thou makest fruit to appear before me,
Thou turnest my enemies blue.
I humbly offer this quarter unto thee
As a symbol of my sacrifice,
And stuff.

~ The First Church of Pac-Man

Posted by P  on  09/20  at  12:49 AM

oh, and wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka . . .

Posted by P  on  09/20  at  12:56 AM

Sounds like you’ve got a real issue on your hands there.  Something tells me there’s many layers to Pac Jan.  I wonder when the day will come when she stripped of her facade only to reveal a nothingness below.

Posted by Almost Lucid (Brad)  on  09/20  at  09:20 AM

oh i’m looking for my missing piece
looking for my missing piece
hi de ho
here i go
looking for my missing piece

i win!

Posted by stacey  on  09/21  at  03:29 PM
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