The Buzzards are Back. And they Come Bearing a Sweet Tooth.

Yesterday brought children of all ages to the work place. No, Congress has not over turned the Child Protection Act of 1932; it was "Take Your Kid to Work Day." The shine from little Mary Jane's and Penny Loafers donned the hallways and brightened up the usually gloomy cubes. The day was filled with office arts n' crafts, interrupted phone calls, and some paste eating. In the final stretch, as a reward for putting their little button noses to the grindstone, Baskin Robbins sponsored an ice cream social.

To their dismay, the children found that before they could cool their little tongues and tummies with two sweet scoops, they had to battle the office buzzards. The little kiddies were no match. A regular David and Goliath. However this time Goliath is an obese cube jockey hopped up on ice cream and rainbow sprinkles, armed with a pink spoon sharpened into a shiv. As I passed the conference room I over heard one over-weight, known diabetic with a five-scoop sundae saying, "These kids just aren't cut out for the corporate world."

Office Lingo I can do without.

Okey-Doke. Just Peachy. What a Kawinkidink. What a Hoot. Cool Beans.

Obviously Gandhi Never Went Club'n.

Being calm, peaceful and stoic is easy when there isn't a jackass trying to hump your leg while waving a glow stick in your face.