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April 23rd, 2012
Legend has it that if you happen to land a job at a well established mega-conglomerate style company, one of the perks is that sometimes at night, little elves visit your desk. Rarely spotted in the harsh glare of daylight, these mythical creatures are rumored to know too much about Battlestar Gallactica and too little about non-conspiracy based global politics to make much of a splash at happy hours, but the magic they possess more than makes up for the occasional social flaw.
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— Kerri
April 9th, 2012
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when we win the lottery?” Even the most adamant optimist should be able to easily spot the glaring problem in this non-hypothetical query. Not “if,” not “on the unbelievably off-off chance that we could maybe, possibly…” Nope. No second guessing allowed. Just blatant expectations that we, with our good karma generators a-burning, were destined to be the office pool who was going to walk away with a solid half-billion bucks, give or take a few mill.
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— Kerri
March 26th, 2012
Be careful what you rant about.
Two short weeks ago, frustrated by an ongoing quest to fill a vacancy for an office assistant, I unleashed a bit of advice into the universe. ‘Embrace the madness’, was the basic gist. After weeks of receiving odd resumes and off-color cover letters, I was ready to just admit defeat and welcome any degree of abnormality that our pool of applicants had to offer. Little did I know that the quirky and cute oddities clogging up our HR inbox could get worse. So very, very much worse.
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— Kerri
March 21st, 2012
In the last post, we looked at timing and the motives behind the drive by Southwest Airlines to build an international terminal at Houston’s Hobby Airport. Let’s step back and look at what an expansion at Hobby would do.
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— Stephan
March 20th, 2012
There is a storm brewing in the Houston Airport System between United Airlines and Southwest Airlines about Southwest wanting to start international flights from Hobby Airport. A lot of what I have been reading on Twitter, Facebook, and news website comments is the excitement that Southwest would do this, how awesome Hobby Airport is, and how United is a big bad bully for objecting to it. As great as competition sounds, I have my reservations about this project and the motives behind it.
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— Stephan
March 12th, 2012
It’s cold out there. Not literally. Just in that metaphorical way that our college professors warned us about when they did their utmost to dissuade us from majoring in things like philosophy or art history or… heaven help us, creative writing. But liberal arts disciples aren’t the only people who are suffering in this upended port-a-potty formerly known as the American economy. The ambitious lawyers and financial prodigies are also quickly learning that a few letters tacked onto their names doesn’t guarantee them anything other than a greater volume of mail from some guy named “Stafford.” Am I the only one who was shocked and disappointed to learn that “loan” didn’t actually mean “free money?”
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— Kerri
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March 5th, 2012
4 p.m.
I’m leaving work now to catch a flight for New Orleans. I have a big work presentation to give tomorrow and I won’t let the team down. My flight isn’t until 6, but I’m responsible and plan on getting to Hobby early and eating a pretzel.
The first few raindrops hit my windshield like the instigator in a recess fight that calls people pussies until they swing at one another. These drops are followed by many more, but I am adept at driving in the rain while watching funny animal clips on my phone. Others are not, and a wreck occurs somewhere in front of me. Instead of moving their vehicles to the side of the road to wrestle or whatever you’re supposed to do after an accident, the drivers get out of their cars and gawk at each other like when you show old people a 3-D television.
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— Tea Jones
February 27th, 2012
I remember it was rainy. Not in a hearty, horror novel kind of way, but in that half-assed Houston drizzle style, useful only for frizzing hair, not setting mood. I shuffled my way to the filing cabinet in the corner, nudged a big wad of computer cables discarded on the floor and muttered for the thousandth time what a safety hazard they were. With my desired file in hand, I return to my desk only to be assaulted by the nagging sense that something was terribly wrong. Something was missing.
My pen.
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— Kerri
February 13th, 2012
Fellow Loopsters,
With great sadness I report to you the passing of a great friend and co-worker, Mr. Coffee. It comes as a shock to all of us. Indeed, just yesterday he was with us in the office lending a helping handle to anyone in need. This morning, Bobby Bowdine found our loyal aide unresponsive in the kitchen. After multiple attempts at resuscitation, we finally decided to pull the plug at 8:09AM.
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— Paul
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February 6th, 2012
When people are out to lunch, I like to sign for things, open them, and pretend I didn’t know that they weren’t for me. It’s a great way to find out who owes child support and who orders off-brand Cialis from Mexico (Dave). The delivery guy that brought the Valentine’s bear didn’t seem to notice or care that I didn’t look like a Debbie. I signed, and after fighting with cellophane wrappers and ribbons, I got the card open by ripping the envelope in half.
“Dearest puppy—have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!”
My friend Joe says that Valentine’s Day was invented by Hallmark and that it just furthers American consumerism. I don’t really have a problem with February 14th, but Joe listens to Velvet Underground and quotes Bill Maher a lot, so maybe he knows how those things work. What I don’t agree with though, is when someone orders themselves gifts just to appear less desperate. Especially when that gift is a 4-foot bear with a rose in its mouth that seems to just stare at me.
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— Tea Jones
