Category: Running fro Office

The things that make up work life. It doesn’t get weirder than this… Or does it?

Hamish Joy: Salsa man

Ask anyone about the connection between me and salsa – I’m taking friends, family, acquaintances, maybe even strangers who have seen me hone my craft – and they will all agree – Yep, Hamish is ALL about salsa. There’s an undeniable natural flair that draws me to salsa. There is...

The Crawling Dread

Eyes sagging, half drowsing, and virtually devoid of life, the hungry, tired masses form a crowd in the desolate landscape, rotting under the scorching sun. Slowly, they move, inch by inch, hungry and irritated, blaring and wailing at each other. That’s not a glimpse into a generic horror movie trope. That’s...

Adios… Hammy Goes.

It takes a minute to say hello, and forever to say goodbye. Perhaps this is why it has taken this long to get this post up and running. Perhaps it’s because I have been kept busy with work. And then again, perhaps, these are just the fall guys who are...

Wild Coup Sucker in Africa

Some of the so called ‘motivational phrases’ don’t address the full picture. When going gets tough, sure, the tough gets going, but what about the rest of us? It’s not good tidings for the rest of us, but nobody talks about that, do they? We’re people too, you know. And...

On an extended parole

Tis the season to be jolly Fra lala-lalaaaala la la la… Deck the Halls and bash the Paulies Tra lala-lalaaala la la la… The astute reader may have observed a mild dash of euphoria in the Hammy scribbles today. And the astute reader wouldn’t really be far off on the...

Croak a bye Hammy

It has been a long sneaking suspicion that my company is trying to work me to death. I’ve been weighing the facts this way and that for a while. I’ve put the case forward to friends all around, just to see if I was being paranoid. With the workload in...

Oh, what a blood-eyed morning

With the kind of workload that I seem to be bombarded with these days, it feels routine to wake up with bloodshot eyes. If I wake up and take a look in the mirror… and I see a smiling healthy face with clear, normal eyes, I wouldn’t recognize myself. In...

Terminally, Incurably Yours

I had been diagnosed before. By experts. As a matter of fact, even laymen have observed the symptoms and gave similar diagnoses, so I guess it has been actually easy to spot. I had been given the diagnoses years ago, and yet, I chose to ignore them… Maybe I felt...

Oh, My Aching Back!

Have you ever been kicked savagely around your lower right abdomen by an intoxicated, vengeful mule repeatedly until your side is reduced to a lump of coagulated slush? If so, you would know exactly how I feel right about now. Now I am not implying here that I have been...

Unaccounted forms

Scott Adams didn’t paint a rosy picture when he depicted accounting personnel as trolls. Now I love Adams’ work. In fact, I could frequently be found rolling on the floor after reading his material. Yet, I used to say I had never found any justification for this scandalous portrayal. But...

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