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Oct. 12th, 2007 09:27 pmWe all hate Lazy Marketing Woman. She's always foisting her work off on us, from stuffing envelopes to making courtesy calls. Last week she tried to get us to assemble her press packs for her, and Nice Boss finally said to her "What are you doing upstairs that you don't have time to assemble five press packs? By the time you show us how to do them you could have done them yourself."
This evening she comes down with three small boxes and leans on my window.
Lazy Marketing Woman: Do you guys do mail runs on Saturdays?
Me: Yeah, but we only take Box Office mail.
LMW: But you could take these for me?
Me: I could, but the mailbox we use is the one that's outside the front door. So if you're leaving out the front door you might as well take them yourself.
LMW: Well, when I leave I'm usually rushing for the bus.
Me: *dead-eyed stare* So are we.
LMW: Oh. I guess I'll just take it myself tonight.
Me: I really think that would be wise.
This evening she comes down with three small boxes and leans on my window.
Lazy Marketing Woman: Do you guys do mail runs on Saturdays?
Me: Yeah, but we only take Box Office mail.
LMW: But you could take these for me?
Me: I could, but the mailbox we use is the one that's outside the front door. So if you're leaving out the front door you might as well take them yourself.
LMW: Well, when I leave I'm usually rushing for the bus.
Me: *dead-eyed stare* So are we.
LMW: Oh. I guess I'll just take it myself tonight.
Me: I really think that would be wise.
