tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648449611583946535.post8306514817802689702..comments2023-03-31T00:42:39.773-04:00Comments on Galloping Insanity: Work HabitsTWolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05782339585482812312noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648449611583946535.post-13430694065454375332010-01-09T22:31:39.827-05:002010-01-09T22:31:39.827-05:00Oh, there it is. I didn't see it before. I gue...Oh, there it is. I didn't see it before. I guess I'm getting old.<br /><br />When I was a kid, working in the tobacco fields every summer, I said that I was going to have an office job when I grew up. And so I did. I've worked in some good offices and some strange ones but mostly it's been fun. It helps to have a sense of humor.<br /><br />I used to work in a crazy office in Atlanta. We were the 3-man art department for a company and we had a small office on the 20th floor of a tower. We were young and cool and wild. We used to talk all day about crazy stuff, sex and drugs and rock 'n roll and more.<br /> I frequently tried to seduce the other two but they were straight married men. They just laughed it off.<br />Anyway, there came a time when we were forced to move downstairs to be with the main office staff and as we packed up our things the women in the office next door came over to tell us how much we would be missed. Apparently we provided them with some great entertainment since they could hear every word we said through the thin walls.<br />When we started remembering what sort of things they meant we all three paled and gasped.Larryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10731117906873907920noreply@blogger.com