the wuc bytes – grosse pointe blank

Mondays mornings are akin to having my ass sand-papered after a long bike ride. Insult to wedgie is the fucking two-hour management meeting which goes down first thing every Monday. Being coherent and upright really sticks in my craw. (I confess, I told the sun to fuck off this morning.) (It was shining right in […]

the wuc bytes – the matador

Point one, I’m obsessed with movies. Check! Point two, with the exception of my resplendent family, I’m surrounded by movie heathens who are fucking clueless to my (many) cinematic references. It hurts me deep in my special place when I make golden, and I say golden, jokes (be it Goonies, Sixteen Candles or Scarface) and […]

Hitman versus ninja … Round One.

I suppose the office ninja must adapt to its environs. Not much good being ‘silent but deadly’ if you need to attend meetings and present financial reports. Cut to: boardroom, morning, somewhere in Australia. Office stiffs populate a large table, sitting upright in their ties and specs, Mont Blancs at the ready. In the corner, a ninja. […]

Hitman versus ninja … game ON.

Working in an office is akin to being a hitman – never sit with your back to the door, always be aware of impending threats and never lose your cool. Consider me at the top of my game. I’m livin’ by the rules and stayin’ alive (à la John Travolta). I’ve worked in many an office (yeah, I’m bitter) […]