Let them eat cake!

I always jokingly say that I'm going to give my two weeks notice by burning down my office building. This guy has an alternative that doesn't include arson or possible jail time:

The sheet cake reads:

"Dear Mr. Bowers,

During the past three years, my tenure at the Hunters Point Naval Shipyard has been nothing short of pure excitement, joy and whim.

However, I have decided to spend more time with my family and attend to health issues that have recently arisen. I am proud to have been part of such an outstanding team and I wish this organization only the finest in future endeavors. Please accept this cake as notification that I
am leaving my position with NWT on March 27.

Sincerely,

W. Neil berrett"


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See original photo here.

Bravo! Classic.

Dipping your pen...

There are a few old adages that may suggest you shouldn't mix business with pleasure. The whole "poopin' where you nosh," or my favorite "don't dip your pen in the company ink" would prove to be disasterous scenarios no matter how you slice it. *Except in your case B.


Office relationships, or in my case, office crushes can be harmless....until one turns psycho. Never before did I talk to this person, I'd seen him around, but was never formally introduced, nor did I care. I wasn't interested. At all. I made small talk, he made big talk. Lots of big talk. He mentioned that he could get me into the hottest clubs in NYC...I knew he was full of poo.


Long story short, he asked me out, I said no, he got mad...and made up stories. He now refuses to work with me on projects and he got the big guys involved. I stated my side of the story, which, conveniently did NOT match his. I always remained the professional, he, however, did not: *Muttering "b*tch" under your breath when you walk past my cubicle is seriously the most immature, unprofessional and unattrative thing you can do. Yeah, now I really want to date him...HA!


Anywho, we have to work together on Friday. We'll see what happens.


P.S. I'm never giving out my phone number again, and if anyone asks...I'm a lesbian.

Rant

Why get into a pissing contest with some no-name has been academia-ite who wants to stick her stubby nose into anything and everything she thinks she may have known something about at some time. The fact of the matter is that she wants to make everyone into a cookie cutter carbon copy of some overly book smart, street stupid imbecile who's only contact with the outside world is the walk to and from the library where they write heaps of papers on things that don't matter to anyone but themselves.

Where are my typos in that, b*tch?!



Work is fun, no?