Suckage. Eesh. The folks I work for have introduced a new product…something that was supposedly going to change our workload from 300 apps a day to a thousand. We laughed. Shouldn’t have. We’re up to 600-750 apps. a day. Workload capacity before product: 400 apps. Walkouts since product introduced: 2 people, or approximately 60 files. […]

Ins and outs, ups and downs. Out: Name of the Feather, by yours truly, to Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. In: Things You Don’t Want… from Wierd Tales, with a subtle put-down “so what’s the point” letter. Since Lee passed Things You Don’t Want as wierd-but-good, I’ll take the rejection as being a) too literary or

Btw The joke last week, as donated by a co-worker, was: “Why was the ink blot crying?” “Because his mom was in the pen and he didn’t know how long the sentence was.”

The Horns of a Dilemma, or, Chew through the Damn Rope and Break into the Hay Barn So Ray’s walking around in the kitchen, spots a loose goldfish cracker, and shoves it in her mouth, not noticing that I’m offering her a piece of yogurt bar at the same time. She looks up. Puh! Out