“They actually expect you to be on time every single day!”
Hey, hold on a second here . . . ! You don’t have to wait to find out whether HR at Randall D Randall Industries, Inc. is going to hire you or not!
Grrrrrrr.
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“ . . . and this time, make sure it ALL makes it into the hands of that OSHA inspector, every single dollar. We don’t want a repeat of what happened last time when you tried to pocket a couple of bands of loot for yourself. Grrrrrrr.”
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“Cut”? “Your cut”? You don’t get a cut! No cut for Livvie! I’ll bet you’re the one who put the full mop bucket at the top of the stairs and switched that employee’s Tic Tacs for double-dose sleeping pills! You had ONE task: hand over an envelope to the inspector WITHOUT opening it first, and especially without taking anything out of it! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Note to family:
(Now that it’s been posted on the refrigerator, it’s just like being engraved in stone. Legally binding.)
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I enjoyed it immensely.
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Not at all, mon ami! I even enjoyed the experience of that established my lifelong aversion to Vegemite! Just think of all the wonderful content it provides for banter with you, Mate! I’m grateful for the subplot that you and I have developed here.
That solidarity instance of tasting Vegemite lasted a split second; it was bad, but it doesn’t detract from my overall impression of your great country and the great people I met during my two visits there.
(((Pants no longer on fire; it has been doused.)))
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No. The first time I went there, I was a 19-year-old Marine aboard ship on a Western Pacific Deployment. There were 5,000 Marines and sailors on four different ships, we had shore liberty in Perth and Fremantle, Western Australia. We were there about five or six days. The second time I went there was a year later, same location, same setup.
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Thriftymaid 