[Many have joy or dismay =
employed in offices with a wide array of co-workers. Sometimes =
you’d like to tell them what you really =
think.]
If idiots grew on trees, this =
office would be an orchard.
If you find it hard to laugh at =
yourself, I would be happy to do it for =
you.
We are all entitled to be =
stupid. Unfortunately my co-workers tend to abuse this =
privilege.
If at first you don’t =
succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
I started out with nothing and =
still have most of it left.
I pretend to work. They pretend =
to pay me.
Errors have been made. Others =
will be blamed.
Whatever kind of look you were =
going for, you missed.
A cubicle is just a padded cell =
without a door.
Stress is when you wake up =
screaming & you realize you haven’t fallen asleep =
yet.
I thought I wanted a career. =
Turns out I just wanted paychecks.
Chaos, panic, & disorder – =
my work here is done.
Talk is cheap because supply =
exceeds demand.
~~
Dr Bob =
Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"