Number 2 in a series.
Today I got a "verbal notice of concern" at work. These are the days that I want a boyfriend that will listen to me bitch and cry and then tell me it doesn't matter because I am gorgeous and funny and professional and the fact that the other poeple involved are not, is not my problem.
I choose him:
Monday, November 06, 2006
I want a boyfriend........II
Thrown down by HST at 4:21 PM
Ways to describe this drivel: George O'Malley, I want a boyfriend
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What does that phrase mean anyhow? Verbal notice of concern?
And YEAH he's a good choice!!!
that phrase means that I'm in trouble but it's not considered a "written warning" which means it's "verbal" and I won't be prevented from being promoted or transferring because of it......
I'm too young for this crap.
What did you do; pick your nose during a training session? Har har
Well, that's what happens when you forget to put cover sheets on your TPS reports.
That's the thing about the rat race, though--even if you win, you're still a rat.
ps: you are not a rat :-)
MT and iwwtb~ I did not have good enough control over my class room, let's leave it at that.
bel~ thanks, you're not a rat either. :)
BEL: Fuckin hilarious reference to Office Space.
Although he's a good choice, I thought that's what my home-gays and my girlfriends and cocktails were for, no?
Damn, once again I'm wrong.
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