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		<title>The &#8220;Hold Music&#8221; Song</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[How much time each week do you spend sitting on the phone waiting for a conference call to begin?  I spend more time that way than I care to admit.  In fact, after a while it starts to feel as if the hold music is taunting you.  Hence, the song below (available in mp3 or wma).
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		<title>Office Poetry: Fires</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Putting out fires - that&#8217;s what I do
From morning till night, all the day through,
Well not in the true sense of the phrase,
Never have I stepped into a blaze,
Perhaps &#8220;fighting fires&#8221; just sounds more noble,
Then shipping a package or faxing a logo,
Then tracking a bug or installing a patch,
Then configuring updates to run in a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Putting out fires - that&#8217;s what I do<br />
From morning till night, all the day through,<br />
Well not in the true sense of the phrase,<br />
Never have I stepped into a blaze,<br />
Perhaps &#8220;fighting fires&#8221; just sounds more noble,<br />
Then shipping a package or faxing a logo,<br />
Then tracking a bug or installing a patch,<br />
Then configuring updates to run in a batch<br />
Then running the conf call or training new hires<br />
It&#8217;s much more impressive to be putting out fires<br />
But all of these fires leave one open item,<br />
Why does nobody ever claim to light em?</p>
<p>                                     <em>- CrapMonkey Travis</em></p>
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		<title>Office Poetry: Troubled Outlook</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230; And I Wait
No sands fall from this spinning time piece,
My blueprint of the future desperately scrambles to collect the past,
Both of us, paralyzed in anticipation.
The soft hum of progress spins into a noticeable roar,
Tension builds - an elastic band stretched to its limits,
Further, and further, and further, and&#8230;
SNAP!
In a thunder storm of chimes my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; And I Wait<br />
No sands fall from this spinning time piece,<br />
My blueprint of the future desperately scrambles to collect the past,<br />
Both of us, paralyzed in anticipation.<br />
The soft hum of progress spins into a noticeable roar,<br />
Tension builds - an elastic band stretched to its limits,<br />
Further, and further, and further, and&#8230;<br />
<strong>SNAP!<br />
</strong>In a thunder storm of chimes my yesterdays erupt before me.<br />
<em>Dismiss All</em> - I click,<br />
And begin to feed the storm of tomorrow</p>
<p>                                   -<em> CrapMonkey Travis</em></p>
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		<title>Office Poetry: Morning Mud</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have decided to begin a series of poems inspired by my days at the office.  I hope you enjoy them.  They will be under the category &#8220;Office Poetry&#8221; should you decide you&#8217;d like to read them all:
Morning Mud
Who were these infamous siblings?
Where are these Mythical Hills?
I must know more about this fantastic land where pure blandness [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have decided to begin a series of poems inspired by my days at the office.  I hope you enjoy them.  They will be under the category &#8220;Office Poetry&#8221; should you decide you&#8217;d like to read them all:</p>
<p><strong><em>Morning Mud</em></strong></p>
<p>Who were these infamous siblings?<br />
Where are these Mythical Hills?<br />
I must know more about this fantastic land where pure blandness can be disguised in such magnificently shiny little bags.<br />
                      -<em> CrapMonkey Travis</em></p>
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