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Reasons why I love my job #5
Sep. 18th, 2003 02:32 pmI've just spent 3 hours in a meeting. Someone bought their dog with them. I came out with my hands covered in dog lick because Linda wouldn't let it get on the table and eat the biscuits.
They might let me do some work with prisoners soon too. That's what happens when you work for charity. "Hey! That dog likes you. Perhaps convicts will like you too. Would you like some?"
I'm going home. I have a headache.
(And no![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gommog, there wasn't any butter in sight...)
They might let me do some work with prisoners soon too. That's what happens when you work for charity. "Hey! That dog likes you. Perhaps convicts will like you too. Would you like some?"
I'm going home. I have a headache.
(And no
gommog, there wasn't any butter in sight...)