A co-worked called me this morning to ask if I would bring him Starbucks. I said sure. At said coffee franchise, the youngin' who waited on me kinda looked like the werewolf from those "Twilight" movies. I don't know which was more pathetic - that he has the looks of a teen heartthrob and is making lattes or that I am 28 years old and my first thought was "That guy looks like Jacob Black".
Choosing your companies holiday party theme based solely on the desire for a nacho cheese fountain may be the best idea we have ever had.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again - the best part about working at a company where so many people travel abroad it the cool candy that ends up in my candy dish upon their return. Mini Toberlones anyone?
Jimmy John's should really just open a franchise in the lobby of my office building and save the driver that 2 block drive.
Last Friday it was so cold at work that people were leaving the building in gloves and scarves. Today, I didn't even need a jacket. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we are in a horrible economy. The inconsistent weather patterns mean we have to have both a summer and a winter wardrobe in November. Where's the government bailout for my Eddie Bauer bill?
I guess it's that time of year where I should bring a box of tissues for my desk - because blowing ones nose in index cards only lasts for so long. (Can you say nasal paper cut?)
~ The Office Scribe
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oh Oh Oh, I gave my self a septum paper cut not that long ago and it nearly killed me....dead.
I hate paper.
Wow. That is a serious statement you just made. Aside from the septum cut, what did paper ever do to you?
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