Hot fun in the summertime
The human resources folk scare me. I mean really. It's going to be one of the hottest, most icky days on the record, and they're STILL all decked out in lined trousers, blazers and pumps. The rest of us normal people have simply professionalized our tank tops and shorts by adding a tasteful brooch. That's really all you need to do.
It makes me nervous to have them around. I always think they're taking notes about how our department has too many birthday parties or disapprove of our coffee club or something. The really sad part is that this is how people feel about me when I'm around. "Oh great, it's the IRB Administrator. I'd better hide the freakin' electrodes and restraints."
Plus, I go by their cubicles on the way to the bathroom, and I never see them surfing the net. NEVER. That's just inhuman. It's possible they're aliens.
I also would like to share This with elgweth and ayekamn.
It makes me nervous to have them around. I always think they're taking notes about how our department has too many birthday parties or disapprove of our coffee club or something. The really sad part is that this is how people feel about me when I'm around. "Oh great, it's the IRB Administrator. I'd better hide the freakin' electrodes and restraints."
Plus, I go by their cubicles on the way to the bathroom, and I never see them surfing the net. NEVER. That's just inhuman. It's possible they're aliens.
I also would like to share This with elgweth and ayekamn.