…tujh se milnay ke baad, dilbert!
the answer to most things in life has been found in literature. how one defines literature, however, is important when analysing the previous statement. if a variety of definitions didn’t exist, half the pseudo-intellectuals in the world who parade around bragging about their post graduate degrees in subjects which never got them more than an excuse to curl up in a corner and read a classic would lose their street cred. but that’s besides the point.
comics are literature. more than shakespearean classics can ever hope to be. i mean i have never, unlike macbeth’s wife, seen blood on knives and the like or, like shylock, pestered venetian businessmen for pounds of flesh. i have, however, often had trouble restraining my fist of death from turning a troublesome manager inside out and throwing his desk off the top of the office building.
when i was a kid my favorite comic strips used to be big nate and ziggy. not because one was about a smart loser or because the other was about a loser, period; but because they were hilarious. then i grew up and started understanding why the mothers in the family loved baby blues so much and why the working class citizens didn’t start the day without dilbert. and then after i grew up i became what people call a corporate leech when being complimentary and a lot worse when not. an auditor.
i don’t know much about scott adams but i think he was probably one of those recording angel types in a past life and spent most of his time around people of my ilk. there is no other way he could have known so much about my life. consider the following.
about the only thing wrong in that panel up there is that i don’t even try leaving at seven. its more like nine. yes, post meridian.
and then there’s this perfect explanation for my physical condition.
most appropriate though, is the following explanation for my perpetual singletonism. i don’t think shakespeare could have said it better.
if you too are a denizen of the corporate jungle, find your life chronicled at this site. enjoy.
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Samandar-e-Bemaina - The Abbasnama 
heh. i was going to leave a mean reply then i realised i didnt need to.
D, saying that is mean enough!
accounting is shit boring, i cant even it study it 😀
and dude youre like the funniest guy on the internet, i bet you can get any woman you want 😉
‘when i realized I had a look going, I just went for it’ LOL!
I live a life of ‘nine stories’ too. Trust me, I know how it feels. 😦
Actually, I don’t. I wasn’t crazy enough to go into accounting; chose finance instead. Wisest decision I ever made!
that wasnt D, it was me, H.
and no really, my comment wasnt mean 😀
@ farooqk: if girls went for funny guys, as opposed to lambourghini owners, the world would be a better place. 🙂
@ specs: it probably was. 🙂
@ the uncertain bohemian: if it was you, H, why are you using D’s email address?
im not!!! yer such a bugger. what makes you say this is D’s address and not mine? huh? and why are you so sure im using her addy and that it isnt the other way round?
i no like you.
there are only so many lambourghinis, so theres a whole lot of them who will have to settle for the funny guy! 😉
@ D and/or H: err ‘coz i have the other email address?
@ farooqk: still too many for my peace of mind 🙂
@ bibi: a) thanks
b) thanks again
c) sorry?… didn’t get that? … hello? must be a bad connection. i didn’t quite get
that. 😛
yer weird.
@farooqk
“so theres a whole lot of them who will have to settle for the funny guy!”
See now you say it right, they have to “settle” for him for lack of better options 😛
you could rent out a lamborghini for a day or two!!
Frosty, are you saying I was wrong about you and neck up you DO need improvement? 😉
Xille
Dont blameLamborghini owners and the girls who want them. You are just plain lazy to go after one, thats all.
farooqk: if girls went for funny guys, as opposed to lambourghini owners, the world would be a better place.
i just saw this comment.
come on. you dont really want me, do you?
heaven forbid. in any case, weren’t you in the market for shelby owners?
no, because i can own a shelby… but remember how i turned you down over fish and a convertable lambo murcielago LP 640 roadster?
when i was leaving the corporate world the last time, Dilbert becmae my bible, i even began displaying the two books on my work desk. Then i got tired of the academic one and rejoined the corporate world and Dilbert again came to the rescue to help me get my mind around the power games and the saeth-based mentality…..dilbert rocks
i never “got” dilbert before my current job.
now the irony kills me.
I always ‘got’ Dilbert. Guess Ive alwez been working
hmmm.
And the irony is that we spent our teenage years fantasizing about television inspired work utopias that made us believe that workplaces are full of people who stand up for each other, help them and love them, and that bosses somehow are always helping you out somewhere in the background (ER, Chicago, Scrubs, Boston Legal, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip… the list is endless).
And then you begin working and you realize, hey! Wait a minute! This isnt ANYTHIING like they show on TV! The man in the pointed versace shoes really IS a jerk 😛
too late for that now though isnt it!
PS. The guy in the aforementioned shoes also happens to own a Lamborghini.
@ hemlock: i remember you couldn’t even eat fish without my help. it got stuck in your teeth.
@ tanzilla: that he does.
@ meow: i feel sorry for you. the world would be much happier if nobody “got” dilbert. welcome to the blog! 🙂
@ bhutto: liar. you were in your late thirties when the first episode of boston legal came out. 😛
sure if you insist since you were only about a year junior to me if at all 😛
but the point is, that it doesnt matter if a television series went on air today or ten thousand years BC, it still maintains that the present workplace is THE place to be if you want to really LIVE it up.
Which, by the way, Is NOT true.
you writer/producer types are the ones responsible for the popular myth so quit trying to sound like a victim 😛