I love it when people do that - when they kindly remind you that death is watching you, lurking around like a fart that won't dissipate. Gee, thanks for that.So today I came into work late. Five minutes into checking my emails, I was rudely jolted back to the living with my office phone ringing. It was some insurance woman asking me to meet her on the second floor. So off I trotted, mumbling under my breath.
As soon as I arrived there, she immediately launches into this whole thing about cancer and not leaving my loved ones to pay funeral bills, and accidental dismemberment and gory crap like that. Damn woman, ease up on the depression would ya? I opted out of the cancer insurance and took the accident insurance. Apparently, if I lose a finger, they'll pay me $500. Cool.
Then 20 minutes later, just when I'm settled at my desk looking at some Asian porn online, I get summoned into the boardroom. Uh-uh, what did I do now? Nothing, apparently. There's this dude who is telling me (and 20 other people) that the new retirement age is 75. 75!!! Does anyone out there know of ANYONE aged 75 and working in advertising?! No. I didn't think so. So with the living crap scared out of me, I paid 110% attention to what he was saying.
Two hours later, I stifled a yawn.
Blah blah blah blah blah. Yes yes, death is knocking. Let him in, but tell him to wipe his feet before he enters, and take his coat and sickle.
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