Haught

Purveyors of fine sarcasm

Tag: MyCareer

A love letter

My dearest, I missed you yesterday. I missed you so much that my head ached. My body yearned for you…

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“Forget you, pal…”

I understand the world through the prism of early episodes of The Simpsons. Who between the ages of 25 and 40…

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The Haught guide to the word “strategic”

In this ultra-cynical age, the word ‘panacea’ has been splashed with negative connotations. The 21st century has no time for…

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Our shared fear of telephone calls

The telephone has always been an untrustworthy intermediary masquerading as an inanimate conduit. It is a great manipulator, playing both parties off against one another at every opportunity.

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The Haught guide to grunting

The 2015 Australian Open begins this week and if the tennis season teaches us anything, it’s that making very loud noises while…

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Emoticons: an exchange

Sit down. I need to talk with you about something. No, sit on the chair the right way round, please…

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Vernon Quest, confidant extraordinaire

For the purposes of this article, I’ll call him Vernon Quest. Because that was his name. (Hello, Verne, if you’re…

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The Haught guide to new year resolutions

  New year resolutions have been considered naff and juvenile so widely and for such a long time that they’re…

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The Haught guide to know-it-alls

In most cases… these people are barely able to keep their heads above the scum-topped liquid of their own career puddles despite wearing an inflatable giraffe ring around their waist at all times (sometimes metaphorical, often not).

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The Magical Lavatory

But the greatest moment of all was when I witnessed a bloke lose control of his pendulum.

He was a flighty individual and must have feared having someone standing beside him at the urinals; that was understandable. What I had more trouble empathising with was the exclamation “Wh-wh-whoooa!” followed a furious flurry of activity during which urine passed over the top of the nearby cubicle and squirted into his own face.

It was like a small child trying to regain control of a full-bore fire hose.

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