I know you are, but what am I?’

I took my work home with me last night and still didn’t finish anything that needed to be finished, oh, last night. I like to think of it as “empowering others to do their part” instead of “I didn’t do all their work for them this time.”

Anyway, we all had a long night — even though the old team is disbanded, they’re still all the names you see on Instant Messenger at stupid o’clock.

I say it not to whine but to sort of segway into a colleague’s brilliant idea for evolution. He suggests that since all we do is sit on our cans and stare at the computers for 14 hours a day, our bodies are going to evolve into a giant ass with fingers (for typing) and beady eyes (for computer-screen staring).

This give whole new meaning to telling one of us that we’re an ass. Am looking forward to having a reason to channel Pee-Wee Herman with an, “I know you are, but what am I?” 😉

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