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Blah blah blah. This is your landlord - sorry to call you at 6am, but I wanted to let you know that the thermostat is busted. It's about 50 degrees inside, and we don't know how long it'll take to fix. Sorreeee....
Blah blah blah. Welcome to work. See that case that you took over last night from your coworker, the one who was fired? It seems like, in a fit of pique, he failed to actually keep a medical record, or write down what's wrong with the cat, or what he's been doing for treatment.
Blah. Oh, and by the way, someone scattered a box of nails in the parking lot last night. Better go make sure your tires are still intact.
Blah blah blah. Nothing to do. Slow day. Blah. Your accounts-recievable and gross income figures have been botched up again for this quarter.
Blah blah blah. I know my cat has been diagnosed with cancer, and is dying a slow, painful, horrible death, but don't you think maybe it'll get better? Allow me to demonstrate my total lack of understanding by offering to nurse him at home, despite your explanation that he needs constant care and supervision. Blah blahdey blublah, watch me refer to your educated medical diagnosis as a 'theory,' and put it on par with my intrinsic belief in my cat's immortality.
Blah blah blah. Now you made an old lady cry. Happy?
Blah blah blah. Did anyone tell you about the cat in the kennel that's going home now? The slacker stoned probation delinquent kennel kid neglected to tell anyone that, over the two weeks it's been here, it stopped eating and grew a mass the size of a hen's egg on it's jaw. No, you can't do anything now, it's on it's way out the door.
Blah fucking blah. Your goose died. And the animal control officer is outside with a raccoon he needs you to kill.
Blah blah blah. Yes, I know I'm your coworker, and we're supposed to be a team, and you have to leave now, and you have clients who need someone to talk to when they come to visit their pet. No, I won't do it. No, I won't say why, except to imply that you're trying to keep me from doing my job by foisting your work off on me.
Blah blah blah. Are you *sure* he has cancer? Are you *sure* it won't just get better? How dare you suggest we kill him. Maybe he'll just drift off to a peaceful, happy, painless death. Or maybe we'll just keep him suffering in limbo another day.
Blah blah blah. Should have left half an hour ago.
Blah.
Blah blah blah. Welcome to work. See that case that you took over last night from your coworker, the one who was fired? It seems like, in a fit of pique, he failed to actually keep a medical record, or write down what's wrong with the cat, or what he's been doing for treatment.
Blah. Oh, and by the way, someone scattered a box of nails in the parking lot last night. Better go make sure your tires are still intact.
Blah blah blah. Nothing to do. Slow day. Blah. Your accounts-recievable and gross income figures have been botched up again for this quarter.
Blah blah blah. I know my cat has been diagnosed with cancer, and is dying a slow, painful, horrible death, but don't you think maybe it'll get better? Allow me to demonstrate my total lack of understanding by offering to nurse him at home, despite your explanation that he needs constant care and supervision. Blah blahdey blublah, watch me refer to your educated medical diagnosis as a 'theory,' and put it on par with my intrinsic belief in my cat's immortality.
Blah blah blah. Now you made an old lady cry. Happy?
Blah blah blah. Did anyone tell you about the cat in the kennel that's going home now? The slacker stoned probation delinquent kennel kid neglected to tell anyone that, over the two weeks it's been here, it stopped eating and grew a mass the size of a hen's egg on it's jaw. No, you can't do anything now, it's on it's way out the door.
Blah fucking blah. Your goose died. And the animal control officer is outside with a raccoon he needs you to kill.
Blah blah blah. Yes, I know I'm your coworker, and we're supposed to be a team, and you have to leave now, and you have clients who need someone to talk to when they come to visit their pet. No, I won't do it. No, I won't say why, except to imply that you're trying to keep me from doing my job by foisting your work off on me.
Blah blah blah. Are you *sure* he has cancer? Are you *sure* it won't just get better? How dare you suggest we kill him. Maybe he'll just drift off to a peaceful, happy, painless death. Or maybe we'll just keep him suffering in limbo another day.
Blah blah blah. Should have left half an hour ago.
Blah.
