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Eighteen more voicemails on my phone this morning.

I've been deleting them, but some are call-backs "just to see if you got my message". I've changed my voicemail greeting to inform the hapless insurance agents that I am not Jeff and request that they remove me from their records.

If I ever meet Jeff, I will kill him with fire.

I didn't put that in the voicemail, though. One must maintain some level of professionalism, after all.

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In other news, I just resurrected this -- I think someone found and sent it to me, also, but LJSeek had it cached.

It used to be titled The Case For The Harrcrux but now it's titled OH SNAP VINDICATED. :D

The comments weren't saved but I got so much shit for suggesting it at the time.

*revels just a little*

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BossBoss: Hey, you don't look so good.
Sam: I'm feeling a little queasy. Think I'm going to take a cab home.
BossBoss: That's right, you live --
Sam: *pukes in trash can*
BossBoss: Uh. Maybe you shouldn't come to the offsite tomorrow.

THIS IS HOW MY DAY ENDED.

Fucking, okay, CORNER BAKERY, I gave you chance after chance, WE ARE THROUGH. I am dumping you. I ordered a turkey club, not FOOD POISONING.

BossBoss was very gracious. I've never puked in front of an employer before and it was surprisingly mortifying. He brought me a bottle of water and I told him I'll probably be okay to go to the offsite, but he said I could skip the morning orientation so I don't have to be there till 10:30 and I get to leave after lunch at 2.

I'm going to go make some tea now and try to locate my professional dignity.

Ironic use of icon is ironic.