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I've spent the last few days at work, busy with several cases we have running at once. I am a paralegal at a law firm in Washington DC and in my spare time (like I have it anymore) I go to law school. Casey has turned out to be a grade-a prick and can't keep his mouth zipped about any old thing.
Case in point: A bunch of the girls in the office eat lunch together everyday. We have our normal table, we sit in the same places, it's like, you know routine. So yesterday Casey decides that he is going to sit behind us and eavesdrop. We didn't think much of it as people always sit behind us but as we are the bitches of the firm, most intelligent people just brush us off as a clique and go about daily business. No big.
This ween decides he's going to make mental notes of our conversation and relay such to his pals upstairs and manages to have myself and two of the other girls pulled into our office manager Gary's office. He wouldn't tell us where these "rumors" he heard came from, but he didn't bother to hide the report which sat on his desk. There in bold print was Casey's name. I think he wanted us to see it, but I'm not taking any chances.
Needless to say we only got a slap on the wrist. I can't believe the immaturity of some people. I left all that crud behind when I was 11. Get a life you looser.
I'm debating on what to do with Sandy this evening. She wants to go to see a movie and I want to stay in tonight. It'll be the first night this week I haven't worked until 8. While I'm at it, I have a picture of my sweetie I want to put up. I have this photo on my desk and scanned it into my computer while I was bored. This is Sandy.
She is such a floozy! This was taken last month at a party we went to in Georgetown. Talk about crowded, I have never in all my life seen so many people crammed into such a small house.
Oh, and Mister Clough, you and I have to talk young man. I amend that. You and I WILL talk. You get your little pale skinny freckled ass over to my house. Do not make me hunt you down.
Off to go eat lunch and see whom will be trying to sabotage us today.
XXX OOO
Sammie
Case in point: A bunch of the girls in the office eat lunch together everyday. We have our normal table, we sit in the same places, it's like, you know routine. So yesterday Casey decides that he is going to sit behind us and eavesdrop. We didn't think much of it as people always sit behind us but as we are the bitches of the firm, most intelligent people just brush us off as a clique and go about daily business. No big.
This ween decides he's going to make mental notes of our conversation and relay such to his pals upstairs and manages to have myself and two of the other girls pulled into our office manager Gary's office. He wouldn't tell us where these "rumors" he heard came from, but he didn't bother to hide the report which sat on his desk. There in bold print was Casey's name. I think he wanted us to see it, but I'm not taking any chances.
Needless to say we only got a slap on the wrist. I can't believe the immaturity of some people. I left all that crud behind when I was 11. Get a life you looser.
I'm debating on what to do with Sandy this evening. She wants to go to see a movie and I want to stay in tonight. It'll be the first night this week I haven't worked until 8. While I'm at it, I have a picture of my sweetie I want to put up. I have this photo on my desk and scanned it into my computer while I was bored. This is Sandy.
She is such a floozy! This was taken last month at a party we went to in Georgetown. Talk about crowded, I have never in all my life seen so many people crammed into such a small house.
Oh, and Mister Clough, you and I have to talk young man. I amend that. You and I WILL talk. You get your little pale skinny freckled ass over to my house. Do not make me hunt you down.
Off to go eat lunch and see whom will be trying to sabotage us today.
XXX OOO
Sammie