trying very hard to ignore yes-man's whining directed at no one in particular, he finally caught our attention.

"excuuuuse me ??"

my fingers froze in mid-typing as i looked up from my monitor, to see him poking sheepishly at the box of see's candies sitting on raver mommy's desk.

he had just suggested that the girls and i hire some chippendale dancers to keep us entertained through our boring days at work.

mommy two chuckled at his ridiculous statement, and started to laugh even harder when he responded to her advice that he go to a strip club himself. have a few beers. smoke a cigar.

he retorted, "well, i would you know, but the ladies would look a lot older than the last time i went to see them tweny years ago".

i decided to ignore him once again, and immersed myself in neopia.

yes-man has grown noticeably antsy and careless with his work, ever since he was denied the management position.

this morning, he bounded to my desk, declaring that we will win the lotto. oh yes. we absolutely must because we have come so very very close.

poor guy. i do believe he's lost a few marbles already.