So you want a real job ...
Last monday I stumbled into work at 12:30 p.m., hungover over as all hell. The head lawyer who attempts to micromanage my office comes dashing into my office: "I need a sharp eye and attention to detail." For the love of God. I'd put my thong on sideways, for Christ's sake.
Today, the same lawyer asks me to pick a file up from another lawyer in another office.
"Give him something to smile about, if you know what I mean. He's married, he's got a kid. Make him happy."
What the hell?
I will most likely be fired on Friday. If you have any job leads, let a girl know. Thanks.
posted by Kath at 7:15 PM
3 Comments:
good lord -- b/w the sideways comment and the lawyer pleasuring, you're a blog phenom.
10:20 AM
Dictophone to pocket, pocket to work, douche lawyer speak close to pocket, dictophone to lawyer, settlement to HW.
Great stinking cheese christ. WTF was that?
3:44 PM
(supposed to say KW. blogger me.)
3:45 PM
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