Dispatches from work

I have 35 important contracts piled on my desk. I am eating lunch on my desk. Hmmm.

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“It’s like Little Mexico over there.” — jaded female co-worker, pointing to the water fountain, which I’d been drinking out of for the last month. She kindly directed me to the water cooler in Accounting.

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“She told me she didn’t know how to have fun anymore. Well, ma. YOU DON’T EVEN WANNA LEARN.” Co-worker Priscilla, describing in her New Jersey accent how her 82 year-old mother refused to enjoy an expensive dinner out

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On being thrifty:

-I don’t take a cab downtown unless it’s freezing or I’m late.
-Oh yeah? That’s really admirable of you.

-But I take a cab home every day. You know, we all have our little…

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