Dr. Gloom

If you ever knew me, you would know that sometimes I come off as a complete boob. Arguably there's an endearing quality to that, but still. Complete boob.

So every time I interact with my Uber-boss, the Big Boss, the Corner-Office-with-Remote-Controlled Door Boss... I act like a complete boob. It happened again yesterday. I don't know what compels me to behave that awkwardly.

Respect + Fear + Slight Resentment = What?

I don't know. But I've been picturing what the Uber-boss thinks of me, and I can describe it thusly: "If Cheech and Chong had a kid, it would be [Dr. Gloom]."

There could be worse things, right?

Anyway I was thinking of the name for this offspring, and "Ching" seemed right. You could go with "Choch" but that's too hard to pronounce, or "Cheeng" but that still sounds like "Ching."

So no more, "I, boob." From now on it's, "I, Ching."