I published a few months ago, a post where some phrases heard at work made me laugh especially in the context of that particular job. A bad company came across this blog page (in a manner XYZ) and me delat, denounced, stools, etc.. with the responsible staff. Who was shocked black. That was beautiful nightmare. Who thought fuck me at the door pronto. Who still took the time to sit, treat me as an idiot mindless, give me a sermon, his eyes wide open ("Do you understand the SCOPE of your ACTS") as if I was a teenager caught Graffiti wall of the school or pre- adoe who steals the school fund to purchase rolling papers. Excused myself ("I understand, I understand, mea culpa, what a fool I was, what I was inconsistent, what a shame I am, what a model employee I am now!") And was forgiven. Still, I was forced to censor my blog. It's disgusting.
I've still got a good lesson: The blogosphere is a wicked world. It may even have had the Fonne with impunity. Trade names, trademarks (® © ™) and foulle known names are the best way to have the disorder at ku. Hold it for you said.
I thought about it, and at the end of my journey towards ripening, I concluded in my new and great wisdom, that I could nicely again by hiding the names. Especially that of my employer, whose reputation is so great and important. It applies to you too. Playing with words to that ever-slash-wicked informer stooleur does it take for my wicked-slash-vulgar Virtual cabbage leaf.
A guy I'm supporting attendance at work (call it Barbu-lisp-to-Glasses [BZL]) has a girlfriend nurse. I am doubtful this comment yesterday: "It's quiet these days, I told my girlfriend to do a little less work. As I inherit it from his clients after." Hmm ... at worst, believe it (I think they all think about it, damn capitalists) but do not tell me.
Yesterday: a guy from the lab (those dealing with the client the nurse was not busy enough) calls me and asks quite simply: "SoBe (pseudonym) you got you clothes? "No, my habits Zen-Taoist-graduate work tounu make me ... He was talking about clothes that the family would have left in the closet reserved for this purpose, the client lab, ex-client of the nurse. Guys, do not assume we understand all your sentences ladles, it can lead to funny misunderstandings ...
could remember other things I wanted to tell funny (now that I know divert téteux-slash-nosy) ... It will be a next time.
And that job making me think of G. (for anonymity) bravo the newlyweds! When will the photos? Kisses!
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