I don't notice things. Even GOOD things.

[albadger]

It took until this afternoon for me to notice that the manager's office near my cubicle wasn't just unoccupied by its occupant, it was completely empty -- and the name plate was gone from the wall. Apparently Something Happened. This is a shame, as I was using said manager as practice for Learning to Be a Better Person.

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[pink-halen.livejournal.com]

Now you can start with a blank slate.

[bigredpaul.livejournal.com]

She tends to suffer.

[albadger.livejournal.com]

Actually, that's correct, she does. Loudly and at great length. One of the things I was using her for was a corrective on my own tendency to complain -- I would overhear her braying about the latest disaster in the train wreck of her life, and I'd think, "I don't have it that bad..."

Then I would spill soup on the keyboard or something else lametarded.

[maxauburn.livejournal.com]

Sounds like an alien abduction to me.. maybe it's time to call
The national Enquirer?

[timbearuk.livejournal.com]

Are you sure there wasn't a pair of shoes on the floor? I think the Rapture may have started ...

[albadger.livejournal.com]

Don't tell anybody, but there was a pair of shoes on the floor.

All Ruby-like.

I'm wearing them now.

[bearhedded.livejournal.com]

Did you check the ceiling? There's that old nailing-everthing-in-the-room-to-the-ceiling-so they'll-think-there's-a-gravity-failure practical joke, that someone might be playing on her/him....

Or, maybe they're in line to get tickets for your next appearance!