Limping Scrod

This is what happens at the place I work. The highly talented writers and designers put together a magazine every so often, which then gets taken into a meeting of people from all around the building. They then proceed to shred said magazine. When I say ‘shred’, I mean metaphorically, but that’s only because no one can be jiggered to unplug the giant shredder and lug it up the stairs.

This process happened a couple of days ago and, as usual, the creatives were waiting to hear which of us were going to have to do the most tweaking as a result of the meeting. (Naturally, we aren’t allowed in the meeting – that would be stuow-pid!)

While we were waiting, we read the day’s Dilbert strip, which struck us with its ironic relevance to where we were at, at the time. Matt the designer promptly broke all kinds of copyright laws and customized the strip, and now I’m risking the ire of Scott Adams by posting it here.



It’s worth pointing out that ‘limping scrod’ has now made it into our office vernacular.