Red Cross has infiltrated the Atrium today. Hot damn...so appropriate. Yet completely ironic. Since we eat in the Atrium. Corkey is squirming in his cube - how's that window seat treating you now that you can see the blood draining from your co-workers?
Also. Just got off the phone with a total Rhonda (jewelry store owner) - and told her this disgustingly elaborate story of how I was recently engaged to make her take the appointment. Yup, they train us to leave no prisoners.
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