Walking into the office this morning I passed two associates and overheard the following out-of-context piece of conversation:
Associate One: "But what does it matter? In the end we'll all be in the same place. Six feet under the ground."
Associate Two: "They can't bill our time after that happens."
Incidentally, thanks to the three readers who e-mailed over the weekend wishing me luck with getting my car back, and getting rid of this awful loaner. Luckily, the dealership finished up the repair, and I was able to drive my actual car to work this morning. Showing up to the firm picnic on Friday, I knew what the support staff felt like. One has a Kia. Imagine, a Kia.
Associate One: "But what does it matter? In the end we'll all be in the same place. Six feet under the ground."
Associate Two: "They can't bill our time after that happens."
Incidentally, thanks to the three readers who e-mailed over the weekend wishing me luck with getting my car back, and getting rid of this awful loaner. Luckily, the dealership finished up the repair, and I was able to drive my actual car to work this morning. Showing up to the firm picnic on Friday, I knew what the support staff felt like. One has a Kia. Imagine, a Kia.
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