The only “company ink” I could “dip my pen in” is the divorced 55-year-old office manager. PGP.
Dry spell is approaching ‘Nam-like proportions. Neverending. PGP.
Couldn’t use a lot of my vacation days this year. Took off every Friday until 2015. PGPM.
Receiving a mass email and then 20 subsequent “reply all” emails. PGP.
Weeks and weeks of online training and examinations. Finally able to start selling and make commission. First call? Straight to voicemail. PGP.
“How long will my gchat stay green until my status goes idle?” PGP.
My parents asked what I wanted for my birthday. I said a brake job on my truck. PGP.
I saw the sun for 20 minutes today. PGP.
Clay Trenton is a real scumbag, but I’d still love to shake his hand and buy him a beer.
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