The mood at the office had swung to something black and morbid. So it was no surprise when the box of donuts resulted in unspeakable carnage.
Tagged: Work (581)
T 5005
He answers the phone reluctantly. She asks, What are you doing? I’m writing a love song and you’re interrupting me, he says. So that’s that.
T 5000
The sandwiches smelled funny, as did the washrooms. This is the worst conference ever, the professor sighed. He ate another sandwich anyway.
T 4997
She thought he was cute until he said, I work in advertising. And then she walked back to her girlfriends and said, He works in advertising.
T 4992
The Post It notes pile up on my desk, my boss loves those stupid yellow things, and then I do what I need to, and I put them all in my mouth.
T 4978
Her career fades, she watches it vanish, mist-like, and she thinks, I’m not a guy, and she’s proud of that, she really is. Most of the time.
T 4870
The boss came down from head office and after he was done there was much “with all due respect” but in truth respect was nowhere to be found.
T 4869
The astronaut came out of his slumber and found that years had passed. He looked up and saw a new world. And suffered a craving for a burger.
T 4849
We are born imperfect, and we strive the rest of our days to attain a kind of perfection, he said. Despite his pleas, he still lost his job.
T 4831
He stares into his computer and sighs the sigh of someone lost in something far away. My ass hurts, he tells his co-worker. Because it does.
