tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984841813707276756.post1064154942133199680..comments2023-10-29T02:06:57.573-07:00Comments on i was a feral child: that's why I act this way: Something Very Bad Happened At My Work TodayJenny Draihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08361070816051827772noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984841813707276756.post-62946407683749657162007-09-13T17:06:00.000-07:002007-09-13T17:06:00.000-07:00I work during the day. And on Sunday during the d...I work during the day. And on Sunday during the day. I was probably wearing my invisibility cloak. Sometimes I do that when I want to take a nap in the Billy Collins section. Napping makes it go away.Jenny Draihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361070816051827772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984841813707276756.post-38483640634353614022007-09-12T20:04:00.000-07:002007-09-12T20:04:00.000-07:00Have you already gotten out? Jessica and I saunter...Have you already gotten out? Jessica and I sauntered over to your neck o' the woods and was disappointed to find you missing at your post. Not one of your fellow team members knew of your whereabouts. Your Borders is cold, the high ceilings and florescent lights chill me to the core. Perhaps we will stop in again soon, but probably not. Anything I can do to assist you in your prison break (nail file in cake, horse and rope to pull out bars, spoon to start digging) let me know, and I will find some way to get it to you. Until then, hold strong, you are a valued team member at Borders. They don't know what they would do without you.Cameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06603369968315783342noreply@blogger.com