This is why my job is going to kill me.

Random Attorney #1: Hey Glexi.. by the way... why did this package get sent to the client?

Glexi: Because.. that's like.. who the packages go to.

Random Attorney #1: Why did you give it to Random Attorney #2 to sign, instead of me?

Glexi: Because... the client like... belongs to Random Attorney #2, Random ( Read more... )

Everybody is talking about Heroes at work today. I'm the only one who worships Sylar. HELLOOOOO, are these people NUTS? They're such traditional villain-haters. They do not think outside of the box. They're all Mohinder-lovers. Mohinder? Come the fuck on. Why would you pick Mohinder over Peter-frickin-Patrelli or Sylar. Are you KIDDING ME ( Read more... )

I love my job. Have I said that lately? Like, I don't love my actual job. That part can get to steppin' (I can NOT believe I just used a Martin quote!). But the people, and the fun, and the music, and the food.. Really, it's the food. They know exactly when to come to me and say "I'm ordering sushi. Want?" UM, YES ( Read more... )

Men. Question. What exactly is your major malfunction ( Read more... )

There are two things that irk the ever-living shite out of me when it comes to jobs. Forget about the waking up early in the morning, or not having a 4 hour lunch break. That's "trivial", my boss tells me.. IMPORTANT, but trivial. VITAL to my existence even... but trivial ( Read more... )

My boss inquired as to wether or not I am interested in this supposedly very amazing promotion/major raise situation.

But she's being real tight-lipped about it, and she just fucking smiles at me when I question her.

Whatever bitch... hook a sister up.