This job thing is killing me. Sure, it pays for my rent and my food, so in a small way it's doing the opposite of killing me. But really, it might as well be strychnine. It's not that it's hard, it's just a lot. They just hired a new lady, and in about a month she should be able to handle her own territory. Of course, at the same time one of the other ladies is leaving the department. Son of a...
Maybe one of these days we'll actually have enough people to handle all these breast implants.
Maybe one of these days we'll actually have enough people to handle all these breast implants.