Count me in!
I didn't even throw a radio at the guy at the top of the greasy pole the way SOMEONE I know did yet I am out on the job market yet again.
I really, really cannot understand why this keeps happening to me except that I used to stand too close to SASless, when a few helo cooties must have jumped across and ruined my famous attitude.
What did you say, 18/2 and a Bajaj? I am off on the weekend to pick up my dusty, pointy shoes so "Let's Make a Deal!" I definitely need to get out of here; this woman keeps putting me to work!
I need the shade of a mango tree and a few dusky hand-maidens, if only to fan my brow, hand me bevvies and work the bicycle generator driving the charger for the lap-top as I re-write the SOPs to make things super-duper-excellent.