Wifezilla and I watched Office Space last night. The movie teaches so much truth about the day-to-day work grind, it should almost be required viewing for every employed American citizen. From the opening traffic jam (where the geezer on a walker outruns the gridlocked cars) to the incessantly jammed printer, the movie is equal parts profane, profound, and didactic. Twenty years from now, the movie will still entertain and teach.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to introduce a baseball bat to my localized network printer.