Okay, everyone. On top of all the regular stuff that needs doing, I've got to complete that wonderful "self-evaluation form" before the 7th. I am really tired of telling people how I parted the Red Sea and all, so I figured that I might lean on you for some new garbage to dump.Have at it.
22 comments:
I don't remember you telling me you parted the Red Sea...
Shortcomings:
1. Sometimes I work too hard for my own good.
2. There are days when I am so focused on billable hours that I barely have time to check my blog.
3. Occasionally, my enormous achievements can make other employees look inferior, and I feel badly about this.
3. I am too modest.
4. Every now and again, I forget to take my medication
Cut and pasted, Portia.
Occasionally I am prone to self doubt, to second guessing myself. Hard as this may be to believe, there have even been times when I thought I may have been wrong about a few things.
But in the fullness of time it always turns out that this wasn't the case.
I never make mistakes.
Except for visiting this blog.
and except whene I'm profreading whta I write.
I cannot believe that I took the time, out of the goodness of my heart, to rack my poor addled brains and contribute to your wonderful "self-evaluation form" and you people are mocking me.
And here I am on my deathbed too.
No justice, no peace.
Justice? Is that like "union?"
And by the way, if you are on your deathbed, why don't you just get the hell off before it kills you?
Just asking.
Boy, I can just feel the love around here. It is downright heartwarming.
Last item:
7. I am a compassionate, kind, soul who cares deeply for his fellow travellers on the highway of life. Why just get a load of this caring remark I made recently to cheer up a sick *cough* reader:
"...by the way, if you are on your deathbed, why don't you just get the hell off before it kills you?"
Yep, she oerked right up when she saw that, she did. You have no idea.
*cough*
And if you'd like to avoid having me oerk up all over your blog in future, well...
Oh, nevermind.
[thud]
that was me, dying.
not that anyone cares
You peoples are really starting to...to...to suck!
Props.
I am hearing that a lot, lately.
You really know how to kick a friend when she is dying.
On her deathbed.
And all.
[thud]
That was me, dying again.
Not that anyone care.s.
oh...
*cough*
You might get some rest now.
You lucky dog.
When you die at Caesar's Palace...you really die at Caesar's Palace.
I wish.
[pulling the knife out of her back and dying again.... melodramatically]
*cough*
What a happy thread.
I guess I'd better come up with somethinmg useful to post, eh?
Don't be silly. I was just clowning around since no one else was saying anything. I'll shut up.
You're dead now, what, three times? And you're still talking.
Go figure a woman.
/oink
*cough*
thud
[looking to see if anyone is paying attention]
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