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Let's send Squirrel....

It seems that being sick is just not an option. When the customer was called on Monday to let him know that I would not be there on Tuesday due to illness, the response was..."he has to be here, I've got four customers coming, he has to be here.".....Let's send Rogue Squirrel in my place? It's only a 15 hour drive and Squirrel likes to drive, OK, not as much as I do. And more important here is that I've no ideal where I'm going with this rant!

Let's hear it for Mama Squirrel that will be giving us the newest member to the Rogue Nation, a very cute little Squirrelette sometime in late March or early April. YAAAA Mama Squirrel!!!!.. oh, and you too RS.

Now I remember, you can't be sick with this company. It was much more of an issue in my head. So, let me roll around in self pity and we will move on.

And Squirrel, please remember that if you little girl grows up the way you want her too, she will be kicking you ass by the time she is 12 or so...........

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Travel said…
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Travel said…
It was about time one of you called in sick. Better to call in sick, then to call in with an axe in the middle of your forehead, put there by your spouse. I worked for a sales manager once that allowed us to call in mentally ill five times a year. He had once managed a mental health agency and understoof that there are days when you just cant face one more demanding SOB, you know the kind of that tells you that you just have to be there and then complains when you bleed on his floors.

Rest and get better, the summit is coming fast.

DG

1:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey, I may be little, but I'm a scapper...
WickedHamster said…
And I bet he looks real sweet in bunny-slippers.
Kelsgarden said…
again, the bunny in squirrel slippers . . .

and next time would you clear your mental health days with my mental health days

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