Working Stiff

Instead of a map, one house has a delivery slip that says simply, "Fill at donkey's nose." I pull up the driveway and notice a huge statue of a donkey in the front yard, so I go over and examine its nose. The donkey must be a heating oil tank, I decide. Its cement nostrils are large enough to accommodate an oil hose, though I don't see any threading in which to screw the gun. I jam the gun up its nostrils as far as it will go and turn on the oil full blast. Immediately, the donkey's head explodes and I am showered with home heating oil and concrete. - A Working Stiff's Manifesto One of the funniest books I've read in a long time, on one of my favorite subjects. I often marvel at the absurdity of my job; this book distills the essence of what fascinates me about jobs in general. I sat in a meeting yesterday for two hours where a man I had never met talked non stop about changing software make files to another man I had never met. The whole discussion revolved around which sequence of letter to use in the name of the final product. "And I'm telling you, we better be damn sure we call it jpk903 but those idiots will want to call it jp3k903 and then everyone will get confused." he would say. For my part, I made occassional eye contact and said "huh" in a reassuring manner when needed. I made more money doing it then people who bust their asses for an entire day. The world is not fair.

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