03.17.2004
So I sit down in front of the computer intending to slap up a picture of the snack table at my new job and maybe one of the bizarrely Orwellian panel in our stairwell, announce the opening of the Chicago photo gallery and ask the question, “Why would I want to drink Pimp Juice?”, then [...]
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03.12.2004
In the common room of my new company is a giant table, probably eight feet long and four feet wide, and it is covered, no, I mean covered with snack food. Items currently on the table include: a case of ramen noodles a case of individual breakfast cereals Snickers bars (size full, not “fun”) M&Ms, [...]
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