Cubicle Sit In!

The Nazis are marching once again. You may not realize this, but they are back in full force. However, they are very difficult to spot for most. These Nazis have traded in their uniforms for striped ties, their Lugers for coffee mugs, and their German Shepards for framed Successories posters. Well, this Lugar (er...Montgomery) isn't fooled. How can I be when they impose their imperialistic will upon me daily? Why would they do this to me, you ask? Why pick on Noel? Isn't it obvious? Let me help you. The maiden name of one of my great-grandparents was Gould. Gould. Are you starting to put the pieces together? That's right. I'm 1/8 Jewish.


My boss' adorable children

The Powers That Abuse have decreed that no internet usage unless business related shall be allowed at work. Well, this Jew just so happens to be the #1 offender of this policy. But what do they expect me to do while I'm on hold all day? I can't do any other work, so why shouldn't I be able to read the news and entertain my tens of readers with these informative and exclusive blog entries? If I'm getting my work done, impressing the clients, and doing more than my other team members, then management shouldn't worry about my occasional exposure to the world via the internet. Screw their rules. I'm breakin' them. Fire me. The Nazis will only hurt themselves, and I'm leaving soon anyway.

They're standing right behind me. Aren't they?

Changing the subject, I have a special announcement to make. There has been a new birth in my family, and I am the proud father. Early this morning, at 12:30am, I gave birth to a strong, healthy abdominal muscle. He's upper left and beautiful. I'm naming him Abby, but don't worry about him getting picked on. He's tough as nails.