The cubical jungle breeds strange officemates...
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, July 19, 2002
We had our bonding session...
It wasn't quite as dramatic as I'd hoped but it existed none the less... I knew he wouldn't let me down.
So Exciting new developments in the world of Pete!!! It would appear his son (from what marriage number I'm not sure) is staying with him. It turns out that he will be a senior this year and might even graduate IF (and that's a mighty big IF) he can pass his junior year English AND his senior english....Now... call me kooky but if you couldn't pass junior English the first time, and now you have to take it over in combination with senior English what are the chances that either will receive a passing grade??? this makes no sense to me. I can just see them sitting around the dinner table talking "Now Goober (this is the pet name for his son) we had no idear you was havin' such a time with this ol' readin' an writin' thing... You do unnerstan' that Ah'm an english major right? Affer all I done took all my classes up yonder way the at the U-NI-versity... What you need to do is move in here wit us so we can lear ya up real good on how to speak an all... So momma an I decided you should take both yer englishes at the same time... Watcha think Goober? Sound like a plan?"
The whole time his new (very young) wife just sits to the side nodding approvingly and looking starry eyed into his face....
What a world...
7:48 AM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Clippa Clippa Clippa Pt. 2
So I missed Mondays nail clipping floorshow, but fortunately my team of agents is keeping me abreast of what goes on with Pete when I'm not around. From what I understand even management was confused as to the din of clipping coming from somewhere in the sea of cubicles... Clippa Clippa Clippa haunting all with its siren song of personal grooming.
Bonding with Pete through Personal Tragedy
I had to take the day off to take care of my terminally ill father. It was quite a fiasco over the weekend and I must admit the whole thing has pretty well worn me out. I was looking forward to my return on Tuesday as I thought for sure Pete and I could bond over my most recent family misfortune. After all, the tale includes so many aspects of what keeps him going, terminal illness, neglect from caregivers, even lawyers. Unfortunately it does not seem to be so...
My grandiose ideas of Pete and I sitting cubicle to cubicle discussing our most recent familiar ailments and issues, arm in arm as we went on about the current state of healthcare in America and the importance of a good lawyer... Actually ol' Pete has let me down today as I have not heard a single personal call either... but hey we all have our bad days I guess.
9:50 AM
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