The Office Candy Bowl
No I’m not dead. Just tired, numb to the point of near-stupidity, and damning my parents for telling me going to college would ensure me a good salary when I could have spent all those years smacking bitches to get a better street corner and by now I could be bathing in a bubbly bathtub full of bling.
PS. Apparently my A.D.D. has made me such a dingbat that I’ve been sending all my blog entries to my grandmother rather than posting them properly on Wordpress. Ooopsies. Well, I’m sure Grammama is happy to hear that my boss is an asswipe and the guy with the cubicle next to mine smells so awful that I keep checking the ground for a pathway of dingleberries.
Annnywaaaaaaaaaaay–
At my previous office and now this one, I have a candy bowl residing on my desk. I found that this was an excellent way, as the new employee, to meet and chat with co-workers frequently. And win their affection.
