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3/9/04 09:24So. My job, basically, consists of checking emails to see when the three official offices we send files to finish them. When the files are finished, I mark them off in our system. When all three places are done with the files, I fiddle with them and fax them off to our clients.
One of these three offices is in Florida; it's been closed since yesterday and won't be back till Tuesday or Wednesday because of the hurricane.
This means I have only two-thirds as many responses to mark off as usual, and very very few files to complete and fax off. As I don't usually have an astonishing amount of work anyway, that makes today very, very, very slow.
I tell you all this as a vague yet strangely detailed explanation for why I am stealing a really stupid meme from
theodosia to post.
Give me three names and I have to choose one to marry, one to sleep with and one to push off a cliff.
This can be anyone, i.e. three people I'd love - and one would end up over the cliff, much to my chagrin, or three people I'd absolutely love to push over a cliff but have to marry one and sleep with the other.
Comment and then post in your own journal.
One of these three offices is in Florida; it's been closed since yesterday and won't be back till Tuesday or Wednesday because of the hurricane.
This means I have only two-thirds as many responses to mark off as usual, and very very few files to complete and fax off. As I don't usually have an astonishing amount of work anyway, that makes today very, very, very slow.
I tell you all this as a vague yet strangely detailed explanation for why I am stealing a really stupid meme from
Give me three names and I have to choose one to marry, one to sleep with and one to push off a cliff.
This can be anyone, i.e. three people I'd love - and one would end up over the cliff, much to my chagrin, or three people I'd absolutely love to push over a cliff but have to marry one and sleep with the other.
Comment and then post in your own journal.
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3/9/04 10:05 (UTC)(no subject)
5/9/04 05:13 (UTC)*covers eyes with hands and tries to type through fingers really quickly* Um -- fuck Dubya, marry Dudley, throw Michael Jackson off a cliff.