‘We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten fifteen. Most of us liked most everyone, a few of us hated specific individuals, one or two people loved everyone and everything. Those who loved everyone were unanimously reviled. We loved free bagels in the morning. They happened all too infrequently. Our benefits were astonishing in comprehensiveness and quality of care. Sometimes we questioned whether they were worth it. We though moving to India might be better, or going back to nursing school. Doing something with the handicapped or working with our hands. No one ever acted on these impulses, despite their daily, sometimes hourly, contractions. Instead we met in conference rooms to discuss the issues of the day.’
Gosh, I’m nearly through with this.
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Have not even finished Spencer Wells’ The Journey of Man and here you are with another book.
Buti na lang me gumagawa ng reviews. For those who can’t go beyond the next page within a day, their inability to read is very much compensated.
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i loved this book. i loved it so much i bought 4 more copies and munificently gave them to 4 random strangers i saw on the street.
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hindi nga?
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yeah. of course my bias was towards people who looked like they actually work in offices. but i might have given one to a well dressed pimp. whatevs, its a good read.
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i dont want to work in the office anymore because of this. i got the wrong message i guess.
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i loved Tom Mota. I think we’ll get along well. (I’m not manic-depressive, I just reckon he’s so much fun to watch) I work in an office. Im actually at the office right now.
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