I talk to a lot of people at my job, which is one of the best and worst parts of daily tasks.
I'm not trying to be rude. Most people are pleasant or at least, you know, civil. And if I have enough exchanges with one person over a short period of time, I like to think that we're on our way to being friends for life. (overstatement) ((ish))
There are certainly enough crazies thrown in there to make me want to bang my head against the wall and a few that make me just horribly, utterly sad but that's not the point for today.
All I really wanted to say was imagine my frustration when after two hours, I see in the bathroom mirror a BLUE PEN STREAK ACROSS MY CHIN.
Isn't it like social code to TELL A PERSON ABOUT SUCH OBVIOUSLY UNWANTED MISHAPS?!
...apparently not.
2 comments:
maybe they thought it was a new fashion statement OR a newly popped vein. At least it wasn't Phil eating all your m&ms. Wade still cracks me up with stories from that job.
HAHA! PHIL! That is hilarious. I have never been in a place that more resembles Office Space. SERIOUSLY. (with the exception of Terri b/c he is awesome).
Best comment ever. :)
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