Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Oct 30, 2013 18:43:14 GMT -5
I got a text from my director a little while ago. She wanted to know if I had ordered anything from a gift site. I was concerned that something screwy had happened with my expense report. She told me that a package had showed up for Stacy Ombligo, but Stacy Othername just saw the first name, and the company, and opened it (legit - there is no reason I would ever have anything sent to or delivered to me at the office, I'm not even there more than 15m a week.) It was full of cookies.
LOLWTF.
I'm going to fall for your tricks, btw. I'm eating those damn cookies.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by Ohhmm(bligo) on Oct 30, 2013 21:56:06 GMT -5
I was A LITTLE NERVOUS that it was going to be a box of dick cookies. I didn't know how to ask this over text to my boss. She didn't mention it. She would have mentioned that, right? "Why are people sending us edible cocks c/o YOU?"
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby