Archive for March, 2008

“Chill”? In­ap­pro­pri­ate Tone? That Mon­ster!

La­dy pe­on: I had a third thing to men­tion to you.
Man­ag­er: Okay, go ahead.
La­dy pe­on: When I was on the phone with Su­san*, she got mad at me. She told me to chill in a very in­ap­pro­pri­ate tone.
Man­ag­er: Uh-huh.
La­dy pe­on: I think she’ll sab­o­tage your par­ty over this. I think she’s gone around the bend.
Man­ag­er: You think she’s gone around the bend?

Para­mus, New Jer­sey

Over­heard by: Mak­ing Copies

Seems Like a Lot of Work to Get An­oth­er Job, Though

De­sign­er: … And then [the di­rec­tor] said, ‘What else did you ac­com­plish to­day?’ Can you be­lieve that?!
Writer: What the hell busi­ness is it of his what you do here?
De­sign­er: And so what if I did go to lunch with you for three hours? Is that a crime? Can a man not waste a lit­tle time on the com­pa­ny dol­lar any­more? What the hell kind of place is this be­com­ing?!
Writer: I ask my­self that every­day.

16340 North Scotts­dale Road
Scotts­dale, Ari­zona

Seems Like These Rangers Been “Lone” Too Long

Male em­ploy­ee: Well, I guess we’re the last ones here.
Fe­male em­ploy­ee: Yeah, we’re like… the Lone Rangers.
Male em­ploy­ee: Oh, yeah? Who gets to be Ton­to?
Fe­male em­ploy­ee: I don’t know. Who was he, again?
Male em­ploy­ee: The In­di– Na­tive Amer­i­can.
Fe­male em­ploy­ee: Oh. Well, all he wore was a loin­cloth.
Male em­ploy­ee: That’s not gonna be me, then.
Fe­male em­ploy­ee, look­ing down at her large breasts: It sure is­n’t go­ing to be me! … Be­sides, I’d rather be a horse… Look, that did­n’t come out right, okay?

Scott A.F.B

Over­heard by: they over­looked me