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Jim,
Things are going sooooo slow here. I can't stand the boredom. Right now I'm supposed to be reviewing the figures for the new year. I realized three years ago that this annual task means absolutely nothing. Nothing. They take my work and put it in storage and it gets thrown out during reorg. Smith doesn't look at it anyways, so I'll put in some random numbers later. Meanwhile, Eric is making a chain of paperclips that rivals Rita's award-winner from last week. Look over your cubicle side- you'll be able to see that his chain is beginning to get wrapped in his chair's wheels. I betcha the next time he tries to speed down the aisle, he falls flat on his face. Oh, and look out for Wesson today. His wife just left him so he's out to get anybody who doesn't seem to be working right now. My excuse will be "I'm typing an office memo about the figures for this year and their status reports." I'm so lucky not to be an engineer, though I'm guessing you'd probably be able to pass off Tetris as work.
-Paige
Paige:
I hear ya. Eric has already tried wheeling his chair out of his cublicle- unfortunately, he saved himself before he fell. Dangit. And here I thought we were going to have a show. And you're wrong. It's not Tetris- it's Doctor Mario. Lol.
If you need somebody to sign off on the numbers, I'll do it. Any excuse to be out of this cubicle, y'know?
And heads up, I heard Paul's going to barrage you with paper airplanes. I'll provide cover with my patented Stapler bombs, but you're going to need to fortify your desk.
Jimbo
Jim,
Thanks for the warning. And the help. Paul doesn't stand a chance when I launch my brilliant counteroffensive using his lunch as ammo. My numbers don't need to be signed off on, but you can visit anyways. Just pretend that you accidentally deleted my fake memo and wanted to know what it was about. Agh! G2G! Rita's coming around and she will actually READ over my shoulder.
-Paige
Paige:
Batten down the hatches, Hurricane Rita's coming! *wicked witch of west music* I'm coming over... after Rita leaves. She's a bit of a pest, even with her paper-clip prowess.
Ummmm.......
Paige, how long have we known each other?
Jimmy
Jim,
She's gone, you are safe now. She just wanted to tell me that Leo ate my yogurt again.
What a weird question. We've known each other for about four and a half years. What brought this on?
-Paige
Paige:
Do you want to go out sometime? I don't mean like the company bowling league or cocktail night with Jenny. I mean a date.
-James
Jim,
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You can now imagine my jaw wide open. Sure, I'll go with you. Just promise not to surprise me like that again.
-Paige
Paige:
How about six on Saturday? We can talk about where and what later.
And I'm sorry, but I just happen to be a surprising person.
J-Man
Jim,
You are most certainly NOT a surprising person. You have brought the same thing for lunch for all of the time I've known you. You wear the same color tie every day. You always watch out for me when it comes to Paul.
Need I list any more examples of your predictability?
-Paige
Paige:
I'm pregnant.
J/k. Like you needed to be told that.
Jim,
What on Earth was THAT?
-Paige
Paige:
I spazzed out. I hit the send button before I regained sanity.
Don't worry, I'll have plenty of time to surprise you.
And I only eat the same thing every day because you and I had a conversation about it the first time we met. Remember? I kind of got used to eating it everyday.
I was thinking we could go to a movie. There's a good horror flick coming out soon.
Jambo
||G2G. I might finish this... something of an empty threat now, huh?||
TempestuousSeas · Tue Apr 24, 2007 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |
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