You could never get me to utter that line. Granted I wasn’t exiled to a bouncy castle… I”m WFH and ain’t no way I’m going back! They can take my WFH over my cold dead hands! And even then it’ll be WFG!
Egads! My computer died! I have to … go back to the cubicle (just until the replace the work compy).
Contemplating death here… must stick to the dual slogans of “Death before Cubicle!” and “Give me WFH or give me death!”
(Nah, I’ll suffer the slings and arrows of crappy florescents for a few days… the uncomfy chairs… the chittering and chattering of cubicle imps… the weird growths in the shared fridge… the perfume wearers… the no deodorant schlubs… a week at the most… I mean it won’t be that bad, I’ve survived it before… a-blu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu)
Nope, nope, nope, nope….
You could never get me to utter that line. Granted I wasn’t exiled to a bouncy castle… I”m WFH and ain’t no way I’m going back! They can take my WFH over my cold dead hands! And even then it’ll be WFG!
I feel you, Brother!
Egads! My computer died! I have to … go back to the cubicle (just until the replace the work compy).
Contemplating death here… must stick to the dual slogans of “Death before Cubicle!” and “Give me WFH or give me death!”
(Nah, I’ll suffer the slings and arrows of crappy florescents for a few days… the uncomfy chairs… the chittering and chattering of cubicle imps… the weird growths in the shared fridge… the perfume wearers… the no deodorant schlubs… a week at the most… I mean it won’t be that bad, I’ve survived it before… a-blu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu)
Heh. 🙂