We Just Need A Pen. Is That Too Much To Ask?

We tell the person that orders office supplies that we need some pens.  Then we put it in writing. In triplicate. Then we take a meeting. After which we find out the person we’re talking to is no longer able to just order pens all crazy like. So we take another meeting, at which we are blindfolded, thrown into a waiting van, flown to a black ops site somewhere in Yemen. I’m not saying we’re water-boarded, but we’re water-boarded. “Why do we need pens?” they ask. Then they starve us for 24 hours and ask again why we need pens, as if this time we’re gonna give ‘em the truth.

Times are tough? How ’bout firing the 57 people between us and a f***ing pen.

We got a new clock. Cool. It came from the store broken. So it was hung that way with a cute little note.

In the window-licker’s defense that hung it, it did come from the store with the second hand not attached.

We need microphones, right? We’re a radio station. This microphone is supposed to be standing straight up from the circular holder. Maybe it needs some Viagra.

Headphones? We got ‘em.

That picture is real. I go home and my wife asks why I have black padding in my ear. I tell her “it’s a long story.”

We DO need a television in the office. We talk about TV a lot.

What the hell? No TV. So the King of Mexico brought in his iPod Touch. Here’s a close up.

Don’t laugh. It’s got pretty good resolution.

I’m just guessing here, but I’d say you can pretty much count on the fact that when the chairs all wear out (about 90% of them won’t hold a person), and the mics wear out, the all the equipment deteriorates, we’re just gonna close up shop and find other jobs. We had a good run.

P.S. All the photos are real except the one I used Photoshop on at the top which I borrowed from tomhcanderson.com. They don’t allow cameras in Yemen.