Second Verse, Same as the First

One of my friends at the Jeeb just came in and told me she's been laid off. Tomorrow is her last day. This brings the total of Friends Who Have Been Laid Off From The Jeeb to 473. Why I am still here continues to be a topic of intense speculation.

In related news, the CEO is also leaving. Bummer! As you know, I've invested a lot of drunk time and tight shirts into this relationship. Now it looks like I'm going to have to rely on things like "talent" and "ambition" to keep my job.

I'm doomed.

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For the past week I've been working on a campaign to sell a food I HATE. My suggested tagline of "Ugh! How can you eat that?!" was soundly rejected. Also denied were "I think it's nasty but go nuts" and "I'd rather chew on used Kleenex."

Sometimes I wish I had married rich.

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Talk about milking your birthday. Yesterday Hoontar took me for a belated birthday lunch; dinner was yummy tapas and sangria subsidized by my Hot Russian Friend in honor of my birth. So far, 31 ain't a kick in the face.

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Is anyone planning to see United 93? I cannot imagine a more distressing way to spend $9 and two hours. If you find me in a theater this weekend, I will be watching Stick It. "It's not called gymNICEtics." Genius!

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A real phone conversation that happened two minutes ago:

BOSS: Hey. What are you doing?
TR: Typing.
BOSS: Typing what?
TR [desperately wracking brain]: Oh, um ... just, you know, work stuff.
BOSS: Well, I need you to do something for me.
TR: Can it wait til after lunch? I'm really busy.
BOSS: I guess. Let me know when you have a second.
TR: Will do!
[hits Publish Post button]

Too bad I'm having one last liquid lunch with the CEO and I'll probably come back tanked on the company dime. Ha!