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Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

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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!