Marlene. Her boss. All day: "Lisa, can you do me a favor and get me a file?"
Giggles. Guffaws.
The speed oglers ain't got shit on this file cabinet.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
How to make friends when you're the new girl
Lisa. New secretary at work (not mine—I'm not that important). Straight out of college. Attacked the file cabinets with a vengeance. Labeled a drawer this:
Marlene. Her boss. All day: "Lisa, can you do me a favor and get me a file?"
Giggles. Guffaws.
The speed oglers ain't got shit on this file cabinet.
Marlene. Her boss. All day: "Lisa, can you do me a favor and get me a file?"
Giggles. Guffaws.
The speed oglers ain't got shit on this file cabinet.
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