The Secret Life of Secretaries 1
A man with a secretary is like a little boy with a rubber band: he’ll stretch and stretch and stretch and stretch, just to see how much it can take. Then, when the secretary is so fed up that he or she is about to snap, he lets them go. And the secretary knows that he or she should just quit, but they never do; they wait until they’re let go. And then they whizz through time and space, bounce off of something, and wind up in a free-fall to God knows where. Eventually, they land, pick themselves up, and move on to the next job.
May 13th, 2006 at 2:33 am
Hi Beautiful! I wanted to let you know I have a new blog: http://www.slrdspeech.blogspot.com.
May 13th, 2006 at 9:45 am
My job is going the same way right now, only I have about 200 bosses.
May 13th, 2006 at 12:52 pm
Hey, cuteness. You really should make your link on your Xanga blog link to your Vox blog. just a thought.
I love the word Namaste. I found it on LOST, because it is the “goodbye” from anyone working at the Hanso Foundation. I looked it up and I found it to be a term honoring another person in the Hindu religion. WE need to go out. Like before I got back to Cali next weekend. I hav to sing this weekend at VCC, but maybe we can hook up sometime after school?
May 15th, 2006 at 7:37 am
Mel,
here’s where you can get tickets to NickelCreek. If you want me to get yours and pay me back that’s cool, since I know you don’t have a debit card. Let me know!
http://ticketswest.rdln.com/Artist.aspx?contentID=8548
May 15th, 2006 at 8:25 am
Bought them! it’s $30 including service fees and “order handling fee”.
June 7 at 7:30pm!