Short-Timer’s Disease

March 8, 2007

I swore it wouldn’t happen to me.

I wasn’t going to be one of those people that totally bailed on their last week of work.

But I can’t help it. I can’t gather the requisite amount of focus. I have Short-Timers Disease.

I get into work late. The most pressing thing on my mind each day is where to have lunch. I delete emails without reading them because I know that they no longer pertain to me. I wander from cubicle to office to cubicle for the latest gossip. I make copies of my naked rear end when no one’s looking. I have Short-Timers.



  1. Sounds like the guy in Office Space.

  2. Are you going fishing when you’re supposed to be at work? Or playing tetris?

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