“It’s the professional’s job to make the best of the situation.” These words - my own words – struck with me after my conversation with Jake. My motivation had slipped noticeably at work after weeks of absurdity. Maybe I needed to try harder.
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So I was watching the NBA Draft this year, and I started thinking how ridiculous the hype was. I mean, 10 years from now, how many of these people will be remembered? The failure rate seems rather high. I couldn’t decide whether this was a consequence of bad scouting, player work ethic, or simply a bad fit. For a second opinion, I called my resident NBA expert, Jake Sunwell. (more…)

As was customary after a long day at work, I logged into Azeroth. At least in the World of Warcraft I knew that if I put in enough time, I would get the results I wanted. You can’t say that about the real world. Besides, it was really the only way I could find my friend, Jake Sunwell, who ceased to exist outside his female gnome warriors ever since he was laid off a few weeks ago. (more…)

I poked my head in the doorway. “You wanted to see me, Dr. Azagalor?”

“Come in, Phil. Give me a few minutes to finish typing this email.” (more…)