L's and G's, It's Friday Poll Time, with your gal Mae back in the saddle. Sparky's guest appearance last week, however, was a refreshing change, and somthing I think would be fun to do from time to time. If someone wants to tag in some week, I'll be happy to Carson out and let you take the wheel. Until then:
I have this theory about vodka and black olives. See I hate them both, and just a drop of one is enough to taint everything around it. So, how do you fit into this theory?
I like both black olives and vodka.
I like vodka but not black olives.
I like black olives but not vodka.
I am mostly indifferent to this and several other things.
It's time to make your own salad! Step on up to the SALAD BAR!!!
Some of that weird shit at the end like radishes and wax beans
The other clear soda. Slice? Sierra Mist? Whatever.
[NONCARBONATED LEMONADE/FRUIT PUNCH]
[ICED TEA-STYLE DRINK]
Water from that little bar on the Minute Maid fountain
We just got an email from our CFO saying our paychecks "didn't hit the bank". Proper response?
No checky? No worky.
Smile! It's free!
Some cunt sent me an email yesterday that had neither a greeting nor a signature, just a single question with not one, not two, but FOUR question marks.
That sort of thing is entirely unprofessional and therefore gives me the right to demonstrate how well my foot fits in her ass if I ever meet her.
Four question marks lets you know how serious it is. Like that red exclamation point.
Name, time, number, breif description of the reason to call, and maybe name & number repeated.
Hey man, I got a mic and you're an audience. Whatever says goes. And if the machine cuts me off I'll call and leave part II.
If I get voicemail I hang up and send an email if I have it.
On a scale of 1 to 10, just how freaking gaffed off about work do I seem right now?
Mean: 8.25 Median: 8 Std. Dev 1.60
When I grow up, I wanna be a: