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Daddysredhead -> RE: I love it when..... (9/29/2009 7:02:27 PM)
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I love it when I'm so punch-drunk-tired that my "filter" has slipped or fallen completely out, and my office manager thinks it's funny when I say some, generally speaking, inappropriate things at the office. First, I told her that our co-worker was disgusting, dirty, and looked like a Heffalump. Second, some idiot client who acts like I should be impressed with him at all asks me today if I have any candy. I stared at him as I'm running around with a stack of files in my arms, and say, "Candy?... Like in a jar, on my desk, kind of thing?" He grins and says, "Yeah. Got any candy?" I reply, "No. I don't keep candy at my desk, and if I did, I'm not nice enough to share it anyhow," and walked off. My office manager nearly choked on a pistachio when she heard me say that, and tried to stifle a snort. I stared at her and said, "What?... I'm a bitch that way." She asked me, through laughter, "What happened to all that Southern hospitality?" I said, "Frankly... I just don't give a damn." *wee typo*
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