Monday Morning Meeting - Entry number 1.

Everyone has them, so we are all familiar with them. It is normally the first event you attend as a new employee. Where everyone becomes familiar with you, the new person, and you smile and introduce yourself to everyone. It is where managers update other managers and their teams on whats going on and what is planned to be accomplished before the next MMM. Well, the title of this entry, the first entry, is sort of the same. Its an introduction to the blog, my first, and what I hope to accomplish.

I first got the idea for this blog when I was calmly going about my business, when all of a sudden, a phrase catches my attention. "Yeah Rick, next time just get breast implants." My mind came to a halt, as did my fingers, and thus, my excellent work ethic. By the time my mind had adjusted to its new found state of WTF, it was too late for me to interject and from that point on I decided that these oral treasures needed to be kept, expanded to context, and shared with the public; along with with the other antics, pranks, and office mishaps that take place daily in offices around the world.

I want this to be a tribute to all the 9-5ers out there who know its more like 8-6. It goes out to those of us who know its really more like 8-7...30, and it goes out to those of us who bring work home still... on the weekends. This is for those of us who are the 1 minute regulars at our local coffee shops. Where the employees behind the counter know you by name, they know when you come in, and the have your coffee ready for you just how you like it. Its for those of us whose moods are reflections of our morning commute, compounded by the answering of voicemails and emails left by clients and consultants who somehow worked later than you... or got to work earlier than you.

Most importantly however, this goes out the hard workers who sit in the cheap ergonomic chairs, whose desks never seem to be large enough, and who work behind 3 rigid pin cushions for walls; tactfully displaying important memos mixed with your favorite Dilbert Cartoons. Whose computers that might still be operating with punched cards, and the closest thing there is to a window is the nature calendar that is still hung up from last year... but it creeps you out when you realize that all of the animals are staring at you.

This is a tribute to you, dweller of the fabric box.