Y'all know how I feel about my job. I was so excited a few weeks ago when I got to move and be by myself in an office. A little problem was presented by my departure. What to do with my empty cubby-hole? I was actually pleasantly surprised. I thought the girls would want to bring their dogs in or perhaps work on car parts. No, they'd like to bring in a little couch in case someone would like to take a little nappy-nap. Nice.
My secretary, you know, the hill-jack one. Wait, that's all of them. I digress. My secretary mentioned the need for a couch. She said the girls might like to have a chaise lounge. (Who knew she had heard the word "chaise?") She said, "Jennifer, we really want a leopard print chaise lounge. We thought if anyone had one, it would be you." For the love! I'm not above animal print. I have some zebra ballet flats, some cheetah mules, and a leopard belt. If I were to buy animal home accessories, I might get a plate, a pillow, or perhaps a little picture frame. But a whole couch! Do I look like Marla Maples?? Also, I've been wanting a chaise lounge since I was eight. A cream or baby pink raw silk one. If I somehow get one, I sure ain't takin' it in that hell-hole for my work-lesbian to put her greasy dockers on it. It's meshugeneh, verboten, feh (spit)!
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