Casey's TPS Reports

Fake Left, Go Right.

The most mundane is an opportunity for entertainment if you swerve from convention, even if ever so slightly.

A co-worker has to turn in a daily summary, my job's version of Office Space's TPS report. People get fussy if it's not done properly and on time but really it's only a bunch of numbers that could be shouted across the room (no inside voices here, trust me)

Casey, who's predisposed to a nom de plume since that isn't his given name, does his TPS, mostly on time but always with a twist; they're never officially submitted by Casey. Here is a list of some of this recent aliases.

El Chupacabra
David Wilcock (Google it if you don't know)
Carmen Sandiego
Kim Jong-il revised by Cheech & Chong (submitted 4/20 - Google the date if if you need some 'splainin)
Keith Urban
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Pork Chop

Just A Regular Morning

This music best served with a bonfire and Super Tuscan.

My desk neighbor and guy usually considered to be my boss is listening to Lucero really loud. I think I'd enjoy it more on a chilly, starry night with a blazing bonfire and a healthy pour of red.

Lucero is in an unholy mashup with the Aloe Blacc that is playing everywhere else. The sum is most definitely less than its parts.

Today is super-powered, the vibe at work is like the Friday before spring vacation in middle school. I can't figure out why but it's been like that since we struggled through our morning meeting which was sidetracked by sneaky and frequent goggles and a big debate if 6's look like 8-bit scorpions.

Madness is found everywhere.

This Week In Me

Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You. --Anonymous

Okay, I started writing this in Word and frankly that scares the hell out of me. I prefer to do everything; notes, drawings, letters and even spreadsheets in Excel. That's crazy, I know. Well, maybe not crazy but certainly a little odd. Odd is good, unless you can't open Excel.

There are three things to note in the quest for the sweet, sweet Moosejaw Madness Maker job: some guy is riding his bike 83.7 miles from Lansing to the Moosejaw Mothership, a chick is sleeping in a tent in her backyard and another guy is peppering Moosejaw's facebook with posts asking them to hire him.

What do I have to say about that? 1- Use Body Glide, 2- Go Further 3- Been There, Done That

Me? I'm hanging back and watching it unfold. Yeah, right.