|I used to love it . . .
||[Jun. 16th, 2016|06:48 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . when someone would burst into my cubicle at work and exclaim, "Oh, there you are. I've been trying to get in touch with you all week." To which I would reply (because I'm an asshole), "No you haven't. I have a telephone at work with voicemail, I have a phone at home with an aswering machine, I have email at work and at home and it all works. No, you have not been trying to get a hold of me." If it was someone who signed my paycheck or performance review, I might soften it like, "Gee, I'll have to check my phones and emails because nothing's been getting through."
I miss the Workplace of the Day After Tomorrow. NOT!