Nov 30, 2005 19:21
Computers at work are abso-bleeding-lutely ridiculous. I mean really, who puts charms on computers to block out the really raunchy websites? Its not even fair.
Its Fred's own fault for hiring female help. I was all for the
hiring the irish bloke with the tan and the blue eyes, but no, it had
to be that slutty dame. Just because she worn a skimpy dress to the
interview...
Shut it, you. I didn't know she have
so many morals. And it was a year ago. Anyway, the day was completely
fruitless. Very little sales, considering most of the buying types are
in school, nothing to look at on the computer, and George singing that
stupid song about the muscles...
There was no song about muscles!
All I'm saying is, I need some real cheering up. Or excitement. Or good old fashioned fun.
My day was not as fruitless as that of my twin, but it could still use some bananas.
George & Fred