Wednesday, February 6, 2008

RIP

I need a new job.

So I'm sitting here in my office, entering data into a spreadsheet. At about page 528 (out of 682), I heard a small whimper, and actually FELT my soul die.

It's okay, it was suffering long enough.


Sleep well, little guy.
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7 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 6, 2008 at 10:39 AM

    I've got something to bring your soul back to life.

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  2. NicoleFebruary 6, 2008 at 10:50 AM

    I know CPR, but I don't think as well as your stalker...

    Perhaps he/she should introduce him/herself...

    Inquiring minds want to know.

    Does he cross dress? I am really into that you know. Networking, I can't control myself.

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  3. BluepaintredFebruary 6, 2008 at 10:50 AM

    should we send flowers?

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  4. Diane MandyFebruary 6, 2008 at 2:41 PM

    After reading this, I will never complain about not working again.

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  5. christelpistolFebruary 7, 2008 at 8:59 AM

    LOLWORK

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  6. Tenacious BFebruary 8, 2008 at 1:03 AM

    SS- It's beyond CPR

    BPR- No, just cash

    DM- ummm, you shouldn't

    FG- Snow? Still unfamiliar. It was 73 here today

    CP- Did you just... YOU DID!

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  7. christelpistolFebruary 8, 2008 at 9:23 AM

    /flufft

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