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Jul. 11th, 2008 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winneganfakeLEt's see. At my wonderful dayjob, I tend to do things in the following order of priority:
1: Cruise the internet
2: Drink copious amounts of coffee.
3: Run off at the mouth on topics from politics to coworkers to the stupidities of the latest artist we're trying to market
4: Work on my photoshop skills
5: Actually do my job.
Hell, if I could find a decent way to get away with it, I'd currently be sleeping at my desk, head propped up on a small tower of drained Starbucks cups, closed eyelids camouflaged by white out and sharpie marks. (Late night last night. Good night, but a late one.) So, what does my work do? Fire the slacker? Reprimand the lazy bastard? No. Instead they're giving me more responsibilities.
God help me.
1: Cruise the internet
2: Drink copious amounts of coffee.
3: Run off at the mouth on topics from politics to coworkers to the stupidities of the latest artist we're trying to market
4: Work on my photoshop skills
5: Actually do my job.
Hell, if I could find a decent way to get away with it, I'd currently be sleeping at my desk, head propped up on a small tower of drained Starbucks cups, closed eyelids camouflaged by white out and sharpie marks. (Late night last night. Good night, but a late one.) So, what does my work do? Fire the slacker? Reprimand the lazy bastard? No. Instead they're giving me more responsibilities.
God help me.
Madam.
Date: 2008-07-18 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Madam.
Date: 2008-07-18 04:25 pm (UTC)