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I had a dream last night that I was in a classroom from back when I was in Catholic school and I had to give some sort of presentation, but I didn't know what it was about, so I decided to just make some stupid shit up as I went along. I'd also brought Max with me as a visual aid. I dunno...science...he's a cat...biology...whatever. Anyway, we're all sitting around these tables that had been put together to make a bigger table and everyone's giving their presentations and someone had brought penguins for their presentation. These penguins (they were furry penguins, which was weird) decided that they really liked me (and I, being a big fan of the pengies, did not object), so I was sitting there for a great deal of time snorgled up with these penguins all around me and Maxxy sitting on the table in front of me. This was all very nice until the penguins decided that they didn't like me after all and mounted an attack upon my person! I don't remember the rest, but in the immortal words of Joey Viterelli, "That's fuckin' weird, Paulie."
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My store scored really well on the monthly customer survey last month so the District Manager's assistant came by yesterday with this huge gift box of assorted Lindt Lindor Truffles from the DM. Apparently she does this for other stores all the time, but we wouldn't know because our score is usually crappy because the whiney douchebags that comprise our clientele (oops, did I just type that out loud?) usually only call the survey line to bitch about us. We all found this to be a nice gesture, but cut to a few hours later and we're all standing there like, "Okay, how many of those have I had already? Oh geez..." *collapses from Chocolate Death* Because any time anyone got within ten feet of that box, they just had to have another one. Those things are effin' awesome, though I did spend most of Saturday night trying to make the kids eat whatever was left so that they wouldn' torture me with their slutty truffly goodness.
Grrr...back to work at 10am...arrrrggg!
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My store scored really well on the monthly customer survey last month so the District Manager's assistant came by yesterday with this huge gift box of assorted Lindt Lindor Truffles from the DM. Apparently she does this for other stores all the time, but we wouldn't know because our score is usually crappy because the whiney douchebags that comprise our clientele (oops, did I just type that out loud?) usually only call the survey line to bitch about us. We all found this to be a nice gesture, but cut to a few hours later and we're all standing there like, "Okay, how many of those have I had already? Oh geez..." *collapses from Chocolate Death* Because any time anyone got within ten feet of that box, they just had to have another one. Those things are effin' awesome, though I did spend most of Saturday night trying to make the kids eat whatever was left so that they wouldn' torture me with their slutty truffly goodness.
Grrr...back to work at 10am...arrrrggg!