I will no longer wax stereotypically on the ginormousness of the male ego.
Today I fell into the thrall that is my own (quite large) sense of self-importance and it went something like this:
M: (hell bent on not moving her desk at work) No. That's stupid, some dooty-head must have dreamed up that idea!
Co-worker: But it would be so much easier for the rest of us
M: (stomping foot) But now I will be out of sight. And out of sight at the Farm, is definitely out of mind. I'll be locked up in the back of this joint, never to be heard from again.
Co-worker: But, M - four walls could never contain your spirit and energy (insert: chorus of angels)
M: Well, moving seems perfectly logical when you put it like that.
The End
Seriously, I almost climbed over the fabric-covered cubicle walls and frenched the poor guy. A little stroke of the ego and I'm putty in some tech-dude's hands.
It's sort of lame and all, but you won't hold it against me, will you? After all, four walls simply cannot contain spirit and energy such as mine.
(Okay, fine. I'll leave you to your vomit receptacle of choice.)
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You see, we all know four walls couldnever contain your spirit and enery, but we refrain from saying it all the time to avoid sounding sappy. You see?
Too late, Steve. Some one already sucked up. Be a little more pro-active next time!
Ummmm, yeahhh, we're going to need to have you move to the basement. Yeahhhh. If you could just get that done today that would be great, okay? Thanks. :)
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