The Management Stylings Of A Sock Monkey

Regardless of the fact that your favorite site on the whole entire worldwide web appears to be jacked up (that’s a technical term), I will still endeavor to publish my musings, observations, and general buckets of pure bullshit on a daily basis.

This little mission of mine is the only new years resolution I’ve made that survived this far into the year. I’m not going to give up on it just because the most common number you’re seeing around here is 404. God willing (by means of my web host), parties here at the domain (me) and my tech support located in the northern branch will get this bad boy back up and running correctly in a matter of….


I don’t know when it will happen.

It would seem that the whole thing will be resolved after a couple of monkeys armed with switch blades have it out at the expense of my ego’s primary vehicle.

Speaking of monkeys with knives, I have another picture of one to share with you. This time it’s not one I lifted off of the Internet by means of a simple search on Google.

Instead it was lifted off of the iPhone of yours truly shortly after taking a picture of a shelf in the cube in front of me.


The monkey with knife in hand was put there by the person who plays “occupy cubicle” in that particular cubicle as a means of exerting a certain dominance over our aisle.

It’s not enough that the guy wears jeans without a belt without suffering any foldover in the waisteband. It’s not enough that he breaks up the monotony of an afternoon by yelling out the word “freak” every once in awhile.

Just between you and me, I find the presence of the monkey there to be unnerving.

I just hope the sock monkey doesn’t feel compelled to throw any sock feces around.

That’s my job.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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