A few years ago when everyone was first discovering Dilbert, one couldn't help but laugh as the evil corporation wreaked havoc on Dilbert's life. Whether it was the cubicle police, the fist of death, the evil h.r. director, or foreign outsourcing, any one who had ever suffered the trials of cubicle life quickly related to the silly situations the office routinely found itself in.

Recently, however, I tended to discover that Dilbert was slowly moving away from the spot on humour I had come to appreciate from it. It's humour, like any good situational story slowly running its course, had moved away from the obviously funny to the absurdly funny.

That was, of course, until this one came along: Daily Dilbert.

Diamonds in the rough are oh so much more pleasant on Mondays.