Friday afternoons
I can do nothing else but
dream of happy hour
by MC Mike in Philadelphia, PA
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About Me
- Susie Cubicle
- Let's face it: work is the pits. Venting through haiku is better for your bank account than telling your boss to shove it.
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- If wishes were trees
- Give me a little credit
- Just wondering...
- The light at the end of the tunnel
- I wonder if my cleaning lady does cubicles
- Nobody home!
- A germaphobe's nightmare
- Since when do you work for your kid?
- Thirst for purpose
- Wut can eye do abowt it?
- The secret lives of cubicle neighbors
- Thanks, guys
- A sight for sore eyes?
- Buh-bye
- They don't make enough anti-bacterial hand lotion
- Life before the Interweb
- Given the choice, I'd take Captain Hook
- Hope you're allergic to peanut butter
- Unprofessional, what?
- Crying on the inside
- Spinning to a different tune
- Oh, Dylan...
- Hooked on late night infomercials
- Daily reminder
- Job stability insurance
- If I ever found a magic lamp
- Another round
- Get a Life!
- Peter Pan Syndrome
- Instantly regret that decision
- A mathmagician couldn't fix this thing
- Captain obvious
- This stupid economy
- Because work's not bad enough, let's add shoveling
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