By Jillian Kule

He was only with us for a few months (that we know of), but Marty the Mouse, the unofficial TMG mascot, recently followed the way of the Rainbow Bridge to the other side.

While we only saw him alive once, he won over our hearts. Actually, that’s not true. Most TMGers were repulsed, quickly moving their personal belongings to higher ground. But Marty knew our needs and not only avoided all of us but also the several traps that were left for him.

At least he went on his own terms, probably at least a week before we found him.

So good-bye, Marty. We’ll always remember your cute, little, rodent face and the way we had to scrape your rotting carcass off of the floor.

By Jillian Kule

We’ve all had them before. Risqué dreams about someone other than our significant other. Maybe it’s about Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt (maybe together!) or maybe it’s about our favorite pharmacist.

But what if it’s not?

What if it’s about someone you see more often? Let’s say about five days a week. What happens when that blissful dream is about – your co-worker?

This happened recently to a TMG employee. Or I guess you could say two TMG employees.

It shouldn’t be so bad. While our office is pretty open, one can seek refuge in an opposite corner. Phew, right? Wrong. Cue the agency luncheon. Gee. Thanks, Tod. Thanks for throwing these two directly across the table from each other, because, as fate and/or stalkers would have it, that’s where they wound up.

Apparently, it’s pretty nerve-racking – similar to a first date. Many questions swirl through your mind: “Does he know?” “Can he tell?” “Am I staring at him?” “Do I have food in my teeth?” How does one function? They must seek therapy in the form of a different co-worker.

Once word of the dream got out, others began to come clean. Person #1 once dreamt about so and so. Another person had one about this person AND that person. We all have a good laugh and people start to feel better.

My advice to you dreamers/sinners is to come clean. Have a good laugh and get back to work.

Then, when you’re back at your desk, Google the heck out of him, just to get your fix.