Ever had to leave your desk every 5-10 minutes to release jaw-dropping, life-altering farts that rip a hole through time and space (and possibly your jeans)? Me neither. Especially not today.
I don't know what the deal is. I'm getting over some kind of a cold that apparently should be renamed "justgambledmaybelost" in recognition of the fact that I have this feeling every time one of said farts is exhumed from deep within me with a force that may actually be cracking tiles in the bathroom as it resonates off the walls.
And does this new-found and sudden inability to control my own ass have any implications as it relates to work? Will it harm my corporate reputation? Most would probably argue no, it wouldn't... but I'm not sure if that's a win.
Guess that's that. I'll be posting again soon - can't have this be the first thing everyone sees when they come here. (Yes, that's intended to be facetious. Nobody ever comes here.)
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