And before that...

There's this pretty pond on the corporate campus here, and it has pretty weeping willow-like things, maybe dogwoods, i don't know, but anyway.. it's just a nice pond, there aren't like picnic tables or anything, it's just for show I would guess.

Lately, springtime has been poking its head out and the Canadian Geese have been starting to hang out getting ready to greet it. Me, I like Canadian Geese a lot. One might even accuse me of having a "thing" for them. No, maybe not that far, but the past few days as I round the ugly corporate bend to the ugly corporate garage and traipse into my ugly corporate jail cell, one of the things that's kept me sane has been the Canadian Geese, acting all natural by the pond, like "hey, we're geese and it's a pond, right? This is what we do. Check it out! Pond! Nature! and a bunch of concrete but whatever! It's still springtime, no matter how ugly this campus is!"

Today my friend Phil told me that headquarters is hiring a service with some evil name that I wiped out of my head the second I heard it so as to avoid the inevitable nightmares, and what this company does is bring dogs to chase away the canadian geese.

Why? Oh, well, because the geese poop, and the poop is a hazard.

The POOP is a hazard, on a grassy area that no one walks in OR NEAR except the geese themfuckingselves, who are NOT COMPLAINING. The POOP is a hazard, when my young uterus and the young uterus of my cellmate sit in a 10 x 10 space with eight motherfucking computers and six monitors.

Ok. Gotcha.