Blog of Magic Cheese

Bad: having a sex dream about one of your co-workers and not remembering it until you bump into him at the office in the morning.

I am avoiding all eye contact until I finish my morning tea.

I try not to brag.

I realize I'm very lucky to have a job that I enjoy with a company that supports my weirdness and penchant for lunchtime naps. (I heard that at Intel, if you're caught sleeping on the premises, even if you're there after hours, you get fired.)

But it is at times like these, when my company dresses like zombies and drunkenly raids a neighboring company while dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' that I want to stand on tall buildings and shout that everybody should drink the kool-aid and join the dorky cult that is Three Rings.