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I'm post happy today

I recently rediscovered Customers Suck, and have been looking through the forums.

This one has been very enjoyable: Things I am not allowed to do at work.

Edit: "No flying around in the backroom on a floor buffer while high on Benadryl pretending to be Superman" - I just love how specific this one is. :)

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paradigmshifty
Oct. 13th, 2006 08:54 am (UTC)
Stop crossing out names in the phonebook while reading the obits. It creeps out the new guys.
halloranelder
Oct. 13th, 2006 08:57 am (UTC)
When I saw that one I immediatly thought of you. :)
paradigmshifty
Oct. 13th, 2006 08:58 am (UTC)
Well, yes :-)
paradigmshifty
Oct. 13th, 2006 08:59 am (UTC)
And commenting "They mustn't have found some of them yet" at the end of the obits section is also considered poor taste...
aeduna
Oct. 13th, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC)
Inappropriate Work Behaviour
* drawing dotted lines up your arm and writing "cut here for stress relief"
* walking through reception while loudly saying "I hate this planet and everyone on it"
* sneaking up behind jumpy female coworkers and saying "ello poppet" in their ear.

.... :)
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I wake in vain
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And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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