iBuyOfficesupply.com Inc.

2010
07.21

Doesn’t this face just scream, “I’m a nice girl!”

So they actually locked her up. It wasn’t a joke. Ashton Kutcher didn’t come out with a crew from Punk’d. She was finally sentenced to begin serving her probation behind bars.

Your daddy must be proud.

See you in 90 days a week, LiLo.


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Fanzz.com

2010
07.19

Let’s say I’m a project manager and you are one of the people that I’m working with in the project. Let’s say that one of my tasks is to organize everyone together to make sure we’re all on the same page. And let’s say that I’ve asked you several times for input, thoughts, or concerns, and I’ve received nothing.

Now, let’s throw in a month, and productivity with everyone seems to be going well. Some show more effort that others, but for the most part, everyone in the project is committed to success. Except you. Say that I bring this up, and again receive no reply, or you simply brush it off like I was asking you if you blah blah blah blah, instead of what I was really asking. Another couple of days go by and I still see no compliance, and I get no reason from you as to what’s going on.

When I finally do what I have to do (as opposed to what I want to do) for the better good of the project and let you know why, do you really have the claim to say something like, “I’m sick of repeating myself”?


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2010
07.13

I go to work yesterday to find this beat up chair at my desk. I feel like I’ve been here before, but this time I was ready.

My new chair had my name on it. All I had to do now is find it.

See, what happened is that they decided to wax the floors at the office. Some chairs were scattered near their parent desks… some were not. I was on vacation, so I wasn’t around to salvage my chair, so someone else did.

Find it, I did. What amazes me is that the culprit didn’t even take the time to try and cover up the name or add her own. It was so blatant, so when she came looking for “her” chair I had almost laughed when she claimed it.

I think I need to get a Lo-Jack for my chair, or maybe an old school bike chain. Thoughts?


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