It was an idea I was kicking around. I thought it was always fun and cool with stuff that had stuff on it that I thought was funny. I got a lot of t-shirts but I got called into HR too many times. I know now that my attitude and sense of humour is like food, not everyone gets it. I had to "tone it down" and fine, Jennifer. Then perhaps you can also tone it down. I find your attitude of a housewife on meth dauting. I don't say these things anymore. I use my in-head voice. I'm getting off track here. So anyway, I thought I'd use my years of masking my black humor into something more dark grey into stuff that I'd get away with. Kind of stuff that is actually letting me express my discontent with the world in a non-getting sent to the HR office kinda of way. I'd like to signal to my people that they are not alone but keep your distance anyway.

Nobody and like every plain face person at the office. Jennifer, Karen, Jim, Steve, Susan.. All of them. You know, the "them". The suits. The high wigs. The micromanaging drones that just sucks the fun out of every situation. Any similarities with Jennifer at the office that once went on a date with me is pure coincidence.

All puppies and rainbows. Billions for everyone. What do you think? I'd like it to go well and not have to go back to my job ever again. But... Probably badly. We'll print the wrong thing and get sued by Karen Inc or something. I'll go down laughing. Probably for something that you do that sticks on me.

Are we done yet?

Yeah, that's a good story. I had a meeting that so could have been an e-mail. I hated it, everyone else hated it. I was doing what I had to do to get through these meetings so I had a little something extra in my coffee. Eeehh... just a little something something to help me through the day, you know. And then that nosy Jennifer. I guess she saw a glimmer of happiness in my normally dead eyes and asked me with an annoying voice "whatcha got there in your mug, Jimmy." I responded "This new flavour, called probably coffee. Let's get back to the task at hand." It was glorious. Made me not smile but snicker in smugness for a long time.

And then it was you guys who got tired of me telling the same story down at the bar and just told me "why don't you just fucking print it on cup or something! Shut up about it!" And here we are. It's still my favorite of all of our stuff.