Believe it or not, we're still at work. You see, since we're going to be out of the office for Thursday and Friday of this week, and we're working hourly, The Man offered us extra hours today and tomorrow. Normally we'd say thank you, as we chuckle and sprint out the door at 4:57pm, but with this job it's different, since we literally don't do anything. What's incredible, as we're here snacking on peanuts and watching reruns of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on the Series of Tubes, is that every time someone comes past our office they give us a thumbs-up and that look of approval that says, "What a worker, those guys are really going to go places in this company." We don't get it...but we're not complaining.
So, to the point here, for better or worse (mostly worse) our lives have been compared, a few times, to that of the legendary sitcom Seinfeld. It seems that through our work and relationship history, we have taken on an amalgam of some of Jerry, George, and Kramer's less-than-finer qualities. Must have something to do with life imitating art.
Well the cleaning lady just came in, and she's rather fetching...
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