Brandy's 'Office Moron' Profile
Here you go, chica...forgive me for posting to your blog, but I just had to do it. :) You know we love you, right?
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
Stop crying, little one. You're the disarmingly young temp.
You had to get some kind of job when you left school, and nobody's willing to pick up a fresh-faced graduate and give them an amazing job. Not unless they're some kind of genius, anyway, and even then it's unlikely because geniuses make people uneasy. Clever people do not fit in offices.
So you're a temp. Working from short contract to short contract, dodging your officemates' condascending glances, you hope one day to have a real job. Until then, the fact that you look about twelve makes you an easy target both for tea-making duties and the perverted old boss.
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
Stop crying, little one. You're the disarmingly young temp.
You had to get some kind of job when you left school, and nobody's willing to pick up a fresh-faced graduate and give them an amazing job. Not unless they're some kind of genius, anyway, and even then it's unlikely because geniuses make people uneasy. Clever people do not fit in offices.
So you're a temp. Working from short contract to short contract, dodging your officemates' condascending glances, you hope one day to have a real job. Until then, the fact that you look about twelve makes you an easy target both for tea-making duties and the perverted old boss.
posted by Angela at 11:37 PM
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