Enough!!!

Now it's time to get serious.

Laurence J. Peter asked, "If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?"

I want to know your answer.
Write them on the back of a fifty dollar bill and mail them here. Post it in the comment section.

I will post a picture of MY DESK after sufficient time has passed.

...and another blonde

not so rare, eh?

Rare

The African Blonde Antelope

If I had a links list:

Somebody posted a reader list on her blog. Seeing as how I never saw an idea that I wouldn't steal I created one, too
...these places would be on it:

Overheard in the Newsroom - constantly updated and mostly funny
Lowering the Bar - true stuff from the legal profession
Rhymes with Orange - nothing rhymes with orange every day
Uncle Jay Explains the News every Monday...except when he doesn't
xkcd - Monday, Wednesday and Friday
That is Priceless - Oh, hey!!! I did link to this
The Checkout Girl who says:
"Religion begins with the question "Why are we here?" Parades end with that question." Well that's not all she says and that is only one of the places on the Internet that you can find her.
Saving the best, IMHO, for last -
Not Always Right - a closer look at what folks in the Customer Service field deal with on an hourly basis.
This is far from a comprehensive list of the places I visit daily. I have not listed the blogs of any of those tiny heads to the left. That does not mean anything other than I am too lazy to type... or even copy... their blogs into the list.

My employment last job

So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter,
a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than a day....

About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud,
unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.
I said pleasantly, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart.
Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'
The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say,
'Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7.
Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or stupid?'
So I replied,
'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at
Wal-Mart.'
My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work.

Murphy's new law

There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.

A new dawn rises...

"How'd it happen?" the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.
"Well, doc, 25 years ago ..."
"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted. I said, "No, everything is fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not," I replied.
"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What does this
story have to do with your leg?"
"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained,
"When it dawned on me what she meant, I
fell off the roof!"