In my first 45 minutes in the workplace today, I have unloaded (according to the shipping documents) three thousand two hundred and thirty one POUNDS of slot machines. Not with a pallet jack, oh no. The pallets were too small. I performed this feat with a hand truck. The truck driver helped by watching me and offering such encouragements as “Girl, you got it goin’ ON” and “DAAAAMN!”
I feel noodly and ready to die. And there is a terrifyingly large swelling on my right bicep now–WTF?
That is all.
Wait, I also just got this email from President Wonka, who is on vacation with his wife in New Orleans:
You’d be proud, both my wife and I had Tarot Card readings in a Voodoo shop tonight. So unlike us, who knows maybe tomorrow we get our nipples pierced-and chained together.
Should I be concerned that this is what my boss thinks I’m into, because I personally don’t think voodoo-nipple-people get promotions in a corporate-style environment, or should I be suggesting gauge size?
gauge size.
definitely gauge size.
fight fire with fire. or wierd with wierd at the very least.
I have suggested that he additionally should pierce his wrist and attach it to his blackberry as he obviously doesn’t know how to leave it behind while on vacation.
a salient and wise point, and one well worth making.
why not make the point more strongly on his return by giving him blackberry stigmata?
That’s a visual image that just won’t quit.
I know! Special, isn’t it?