It begins...

If you've ever worked in an office you'll understand what this blog is about. Every workplace is its own organism; growing, evolving and changing to fit the circumstances and thriving- or stagnating and dying off. We have massive brachiosaurine companies treading across the global market with thundering yet ponderous footfalls and sadly in most cases a similar brain-to-mass ratio as the extinct sauropods. Others are tiny amoeba scuttling around, living on economic detritus and hoping someday to grow into their own noble beast.

Each office eventually finds its own unique dynamic; some are the brains, thinking up the great ideas and propelling the company's success. Some function as the nervous system, organizing and coordinating the efforts of all involved. Of course no office is complete without its heart, be it the grandmotherly old lady who makes everyone smile, the young jokester who keeps people in stitches during forced overtime or any of a million joy-inspiring people. Of course what office would be complete without the stomach? The guy or girl who knows all the best places for takeout or an impromptu Friday night group-building soiree.

If you're lucky, that's where things stop. A whole list of useful, functional people all working hard at making their joint endeavor a success. Unfortunately though many of us are stuck with some 'organs' we just don't think are useful. That appendix we worry is going to swell up and burst at any moment; the gall bladder who always complains about an impending stone.

That's what this blog is about. My only physically present coworker whose antics and behaviors alternate between ridiculous, maddening and just plain confusing. Any names will of course be changed to protect those involved (by those involved of course, I mean me). I can't promise how often I'll update this as I have no control over the flow of blog-worthy events, but I'll write as often as I can.