Post by EB on Oct 6, 2005 22:28:29 GMT -5
Dear MW
What if someone were hypothetically trapped in a low-level internship position with a trumped up title to conceal the fact that a pair of brain-damaged dachshunds could cover the workload of the entire “editorial intern” staff. What if you hypothetically spent 20+ hours a week trolling the web for amusing pictures of cats while at the aforementioned job just so that your brain wouldn’t try to seep out your ear while you were caught unawares. What if every day your one dark desire was to run around the office screaming, “I’m functionally illiterate—How you like dem apples!?! While delivering office-style justice in the form of atomic wedgies. Hypothetically. Of course.
I’d appreciate your input. Or you can just tell me at work tomorrow.
What if someone were hypothetically trapped in a low-level internship position with a trumped up title to conceal the fact that a pair of brain-damaged dachshunds could cover the workload of the entire “editorial intern” staff. What if you hypothetically spent 20+ hours a week trolling the web for amusing pictures of cats while at the aforementioned job just so that your brain wouldn’t try to seep out your ear while you were caught unawares. What if every day your one dark desire was to run around the office screaming, “I’m functionally illiterate—How you like dem apples!?! While delivering office-style justice in the form of atomic wedgies. Hypothetically. Of course.
I’d appreciate your input. Or you can just tell me at work tomorrow.