Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

25 Aug 2002, 0:34 a.m.

I haven't even finished 21 Dog Years yet -- even…

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

I haven't even finished 21 Dog Years yet -- even though it's less than 200 pages -- because I only read it during breaks at work. Still, I can wholeheartedly recommend it if only for a perfect and hilarious scene over halfway through the book. All I can tell you is that it involves the narrator, a temp, and toy reviews. I laughed out loud in the employee break room (which is the working world's version of "laughing out loud in the computer lab") for more than a minute.

Now that I don't hang out with friends every single day, and I don't go to school, most of my recreational meatspace conversations take place in that employee breakroom. A few days ago I realized both this and the fact that this situation is the norm for many proletarians. You live alone, maybe with cats, and at work you talk to your fellow employees and people put funny pictures on the bulletin board. And those people become your friends.