Thursday, March 5, 2009


George sat at his desk, lost in the quiet contemplation of yet another afternoon spent being bored to tears. 'Already took multiple walks around the floor to stretch my legs and even stared out the window at the city below.' he thought sadly.

You see, George had a keen intellect and a work ethic that was second to none, and he absolutely hated sitting in his cube with no work to do. The morning wasn't too bad, since he had a few reports to run and other minutia to clog up the first half of the day.
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  1. I have a job that can be that exasperating as well.

  2. Man, you ain't just whistling dixie there.

    Believe it or not, this is actually the norm for me. Today marks the official start of having no real work to keep my occupied until a week from today.


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