Clean the History on your browser. Steal paper clips. Rewrite your resume while everything's there to refer to, not ina Box O' Doom.
Thank your boss. And your boss' boss.
'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Clean the History on your browser. Steal paper clips. Rewrite your resume while everything's there to refer to, not ina Box O' Doom.
Thank your boss. And your boss' boss.
Clean the History on your browser.
Erase your cookies and temp files too.
Email any files you'd like to keep to your personal email address. Check the top right drawer for change and stamps (keep) and ketchup packets and soy sauce (pitch).
Are they taking you out to drinks afterwards?
Seems unlikely. We're a friendly but not very social crowd. Plus, there's only really two people left I like, and I can't see them going out together. Mainly, I'm just so tired that doing anything to get ready for leaving seems like so much effort...
Email any files you'd like to keep to your personal email address.
In the era of gmail and/or yousendit, I'd say zip it all up, just in case.
Check the top right drawer for change and stamps (keep) and ketchup packets and soy sauce (pitch).
Oh, god, the drawers. I finished up the immediate work today, tomorrow I need to start on the actual preparations for leaving. Like finding the bottom of those drawers, and dealing with the things I shoved in there "to deal with later" six years ago.
Also, random zip disks.
I'll need to gather up all my Pez dispensers, I suppose.
Hec, is that really the way you said that to Emmett? Because it was funny. Bitches make "Redbook" sex advice supersquare.(Not that anyone should be, you know, stunned by this thought, but apparently there are people who find "talking dirty" so shocking they buy books to learn how...and I'm not maximizing my abilities here, am I?) Yuck...shaved eyebrows. My mom says that sometimes when you do that they don't grow back.
HOW TO TALK DIRTY
Lesson 1:
Say "damn."
Repear 10 times, using different inflections. (I.e., angry, surpised, regretful, etc.)
Lesson 20:
Practice saying "Damn you, wild stallion, fuck me like tomorrow's coming with you" in different vocal ranges. Try:
an erotic whisper
a full-bodied moan
a primal scream
Hec, is that really the way you said that to Emmett?
Except for the Noel Coward part. That's just for Buffista consumption.
My mom says that sometimes when you do that they don't grow back.
Poor Debbie Reynolds. Poor Jean Harlow.
Which lesson is 'boompty boompty'?