Quick thought.
I passed by the copier in the hall outside my office and this very lovely but technologically inept woman was standing in front of it. My thought:
For frick's sake don't ask me for help. You make 3 or 4 times what I do for the love of God FIGURE IT OUT.
And now, I'm going home.
For frick's sake don't ask me for help. You make 3 or 4 times what I do for the love of God FIGURE IT OUT.
And now, I'm going home.
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