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Can we micromanage my potty break too, boss?

Boss gave co-worker and I our new duty outline today. It is incremented into 45 minute slots of time, detailing what we are to do and where we are to be every second of our day. 8:00: Shelves. 8:45: Turn files in. 8:55: Offices.

I absently wondered when I could slot my morning potty break. I'm a prolific morning peer, but there was no allotted time for making potty.

I showed the list to Boy Beautiful and he said, "Office Space. We're going to have to move you into the basement. Yeeaaah. Did you get the memo? Yeeaah. -- But but. Can I take my stapler? I'm going to need my stapler.

That was my entire day.

Resume.

First joke the kid ever told me with an actual punchline, circa this weekend.

Q: How did the dog stop the movie?

A: He pressed paws - get it Mom? --Paws! (tee hee)

Yeah.

7:48 pm - 01.27.03
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