What happens when Debbie, Debra and Deborah all work in the same office? You get the runaround until you decide to forgo phone calls and show up in person. By the way hilarity ensues when they realize who you are and that the game is over.
So Debbie the pregnant one, Debra with the large boob tattoo that extends beyond her collar and Deborah the office manager, are now our "good friends", but they sure didn't want to be.
I've about had it with people bringing their bad home life to the office with them. I'm sorry your husband is a jerk and all, but when you get mad and interrupt everything I say, I begin to understand the communication problems in your marriage. He doesn't tell you anything? Gee, I wonder why.
Don't you just hate it when you find two jobs in the area you want to be in, and in the field in which you are trained, but can't afford to take either one? Yeah I do too.
But the US is in the lead for Olympic Medals.
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Didnt have you pegged as an olympic-follower type, senor Picard... must be the patriotism of it all... Although I don't like that we've come in third place more than any other country...
ReplyDeleteSorry about your Deb-utante problem... I've got too many Dons and Donalds in my office...
As for the job stuff, I was in a similair quandry about two years ago... My dream job, 2,000 miles away, for half the pay I was currently making...Took the job, had our car repossessed becuase we couldnt make the payments, had, at various times, water, phone, electricity and gas shut off to the house because we couldnt make payments, and slept on a mattress on the floor for a year because we couldnt afford to ship our Pod across the country...But, and i think my family (now) agrees, it was the best decision to have made, I am happy to go to work every day, doesnt even feel like work, and the things I've been able to do in my position (travel overseas, fly in a Blackhawk, address the Governor's cabinet and Senate Committies) in the short time I've held it, are amazing... So it is a sacrifice, my short, fat and bald nature-boy, but I've come to the realization that when I retire, I'd rather be on a smaller boat, or a few more steps from the beach, or spend a couple of days less traveling through Europe and be able to look back on my career and smile...