|Little ray |
We had major renovations last month. They are in doing touch up today.
The women around here are complaining as if we have been gassed. You'd think the Huns had deployed the chlorine gas canisters by the way they act.
And it is latex paint, with odor suppressing additives. You can tell they are painting, but it is very minimal. They are lucky I am not in charge, because the office admin has let them go early.
The fish is mute, expressionless. The fish doesn't think because the fish knows everything.
Ha! They should visit a site where Original Kilz is being SPRAYED on. ROUGH until the high kicks in...
Deplorable before deplorable was cool!
Tell em that it's no worse than the stupid candles and air fresheners that they all seem to just have to cover their work areas with.
|The Unmanned Writer|
Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.
Help, I'm having premonitions of future flashbacks.
Only in an insane world are the sane considered insane.
Some people listen to the noise of the world,
And some people listen to the quiet.
|thin skin can't win|
Good - all dem wimmens needed to get home to hit their nails with polish remover and then some new shade, all in a small room with a teary-eyed man.
You only have integrity once. - imprezaguy02
We were doing some renovations at the local utility's main office building. A lady was "overcome" with the fumes from the bottle of Windex we were using to clean glass on our way out.
I'd rather be armed and unharmed than unarmed and harmed.
We have one of those ladies. Her office is known as "the gift shop."
But the factory itself won that battle last night -- an oven malfunctioned and heavily burnt four complete assemblies. The whole building stunk today, including the office area (which was being painted).
Support our troops, and our veterans.
New favorite quote from the golf course: "It's not the club, son."
Was it Friday? Probably wanted an early weekend.
Si Quaeris Peninsulam Amoenam Circumspice
Every office has it's " drama queens ".
Then there is the thermostat complainers.
Eeewwww, don't touch it!
Here, poke at it with this stick.
I once notified all the employees in the building that pest control would be spraying over the weekend. Monday at 8 am the building manager told me that the pest control company had rescheduled for two weeks later. At 8:30 I had a lady drop by to complain about the horrible insecticide odor. When I told her that they hadn't sprayed she said well somethkkng was making her ill. About that time my eyes started to water...from HER perfume!
"Cedat Fortuna Peritis"
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