Grant at World New York (from whence that Metrocard fare analysis I mentioned a while back) pointed out a likely cause for my apparent illness: an allergic reaction because of all the Tiny Crap-Chunks (that’s the technical term) floating around in the air. Which I think is pretty plausible. I never had allergies when I lived in Massachusetts, but I started getting smacked with them a couple years ago, and each spring has been worse than the last. I’m not entirely sure this isn’t a cold or the tonsils being obnoxious again, though, so I’m sucking down the Dayquil like you wouldn’t believe.

In a weird coincidence, the very evening after I decided I’d like to see Office Space again, it turned out to be showing on cable. I watched it with the ever-fetching Crispy, right after we caught an edited-for-tv version of Pitch Black. You’d think printer antics wouldn’t go so well with flocks of ravenous sharkbat aliens, but they so do.

Thinking about Office Space the other day led me to recalling other great Job Moments and the movies containing them. The boss bits from Fight Club are great, of course, and Scott reminded me about the low ceiling office in Being John Malkovich, and there’s the quitting scene in American Beauty. Also, while not a movie, that one VW commercial is great too. None of this, incidentally, is meant to imply that I want to burn down my office building or blackmail my boss or buy a Volkswagen.