CubicLOL: Laughing Out Loud In My Cubicle
These are things that I read/see at work that make me LOL in my cubicle. The thrill, the danger, the excitement of laughter in the corporate workplace.
I just learned what bangs are. My wife said she was growing her bangs out, and I asked what bangs were, and she explained, so I guess she’s not using hers anymore.
My boss made the long walk all the way from his office (with a door) to my cubicle and told me this in perfect seriousness. I burst out laughing. He eventually joined in, but the cubicLOL damage was already done, October 21, 2011.
I just took a poop for so long that the automatic motion sense lights in the communal bathroom turned off on me because I was still for such an extended period of time.
My friend Brittany should not send me such incriminating text messages that cause me to bust a gut CubicLOLing, because they will most definitely end up on my blog. The trials and travails of the corporate communal bathroom, October 24th, 2011.
I don’t trust people who dance without moving their arms.
This cubicLOL was submitted by Mary-Hanley, my fashionista NYC cubiclista. Late on a Friday afternoon, fatigue ridden declaratives like this tend to get casually dropped like little laughter bombs all around your cubicle, forcing you to shake and sweat, silently suppressing laughter while praying for 5:00pm, October 21, 2011.
1It’s hard to take a picture of one’s own pants without looking like a registered sex offender.
This light at the end of the tunnel for a week of work wear is jeans Friday. In an attempt to show my friend a picture of my cool, new, stretchy cords, I realized that was letting the euphoria of jeans Friday put me in a pretty comprimising position: taking pictures of one’s own pants in a public place, October 21, 2011.
