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April 17, 2005 |
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Read All About... May 28, 2007 |
I Hate Myself March 26, 2007 |
Ceiling Treasure January 15, 2007 |
Bad Frog August 02, 2007 |
We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I wonder what that grid thing on the left is.
That looks like my dad's handwriting.
:)
I know exactly how this person feels.
I hear ya, Danielle. All too well.
The grid on the right says "week 3" and it has 5 columns (day of week) with 8 rows (typical length of work day). So I can only assume that during the fifth hour of his (her) twelfth day at the job, Mr. (Mrs.) Orange-Paper quit.
You know, brh, that sounds like it just might be the case. I think I might start doing this on a post-it note every week, just to give myself a way to tick off the hellish hours till I don't have to be at work anymore...
I used to do something simular to this in boring classes in college.
Life is to short to spend 40 hours a week somewhere that blows. Good for you! Get the Puck outta there!
I may just give this one to my boss. Thanks!
I'm imagining (and kind of hoping) that he left this note for his power-tripping a-hole of a boss who had just pushed him a little further than he cared to be pushed.
Well I for one can hardly wait to go to work tomorrow... I'm gonna print this out for my boss. After I get my paycheck!
"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar."
-Drew Carey