It's time for a little practical consideration, people. Captain Dumbass, my partner in zombie-related crime, sent me an email the other day, detailing his zombie survival plan for his new workplace. Granted, he lives and works near Vancouver, and the ocean is not far, but you have to get there first. That ocean won't be much good to you if you are tripping over the other toadies.
Please take a good look around your office or other place of work on Monday, and start planning your Zombie Attack Escape Plan. I know we Americans are not known for our exit strategies, but trust me when I say, I have thought this through.
This is the basis of my plan:
I am in the midst of fattening up my cube-farm mates with an always-full-of-chocolate-goodies candy dish. It not only slows them down to a waddle, the sugar buzz disorients them a little more than usual. What were these people thinking when they gave me the desk closest to the exit?
Share your plan below, and if any of my coworkers are reading this, just kidding! Ha ha ha!