Phone Call
"Hey, this is Samantha. I need to get your fastest jet ASAP."
"Okay Samantha, where are we going?"
"St. Louis"
"Okay, we'll have it ready for you. Do you guys want breakfast?"
"That would be excellent. Thanks."
It's not even 7 AM. My job frikkin' rocks.
posted by mance01 @ 04:50
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"Also we'll need a thirty pack of heineken, lots of shrimp, and a bucket of cocktail sauce....don't worry we've got ice."
So jealous, there's not even words.
hahahaha....what's that quote from?
that's original...I was just guessing at the rest of that phone conversation.
it was a cool job until you got to the part "it's not even 7 AM." that is when your job got less cool (to me, the person who rolls out of bed around 8:15AM).
I roll out of bed at nine a.m.
NINE A.M. ADINA. READ IT AND WEEP.
p.s. sam, this is the first comment I'm leaving on your blog from my NEW COMPUTER. (though it's not the first comment written on my new computer, that was on one of my posts...and the second was on one of Donny's...but this is the third.)
Yeah, the hours kind of suck sometimes :) Also, Tom stop reminding me of your awesome new computer while I'm having to wait for the letters to show up as I type them on this piece of crap I have.
tom i know some things about your job are cooler than some things at my job. but i get free lunches. and no one in my job is really that stupid. and i walk to work. and i have Dot and you have that stupid kid. but really, the fact that I have a Dot makes me the winner.
ZING!
Wow. Dot. She's got ya there Tom. Dot is awesome...and very photogenic. :)
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