15 May 2010
Analyze This
After my first day of training on my new job, I dreamed that Kevin and I had been captured by a guerilla drug cartel in the jungle. The leader was a tattooed bad-ass who made us sit and watch while he gave his drugged out girlfriend carnal pleasure using a salmon...but not a whole salmon, mind you, just a nice fillet.
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7 comments:
I'm suddenly inclined to ask what the new job is.
Is t hat a fillit or a fillay?
Somethings fishy about this training program
I miss you!
It was most definitely a fillit.
I am noew a sales representative for a company that sells research reagents, and I am officially in information overload!
Thanks Rene! I have been drafting you a letter in my head for months, but fear now I will never have the time to write it...the gist of it revolves around you and your lovely habit of taking in strays...animals and people.
The job sounds interesting, a lot of travel?
Not too much travel - a week in Melbourne every quarter and the occasional short jaunt for training or conferences. My terrotory is the entire state of SOuth Australia, which effectively means the city of Adelaide - although I am told I sponsor a bi-anual meeting in the Barossa Valley!
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