When I first started working here, I noticed everyone was calling a certain desk the Quarantine. Broken pieces of who knows what lay across it. Dust piled up in little mini-mountains.
I laughed at what they had to say about it on a daily basis. If I would have known it was my future cubicle, I might have covered my ears and derived my attention. Naivety is a good thing.
The day they were hooking up my computer, they went under the desk to plug it in, and came back out with handfuls of garbage. A boy next to my cubicle pointed and laughed, saying, "Poo flakes!" I didn't get it either. I still found it painful.
Over time, I learned the real reason it was called "The Quarantine" is because everyone that gets hired on and assigned to the desk does not last more than a month.
Not only that, but these people have all been mysteriously killed in automobile accidents.
They are linked, each one involving a motorcycle, a semi and a llama.
Alright. So I lied about everyone dying and getting into crashes.
But wouldn't that be so AWESOME?
I'm going to hell.
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Ky-ky.
http://geoffandcali.blogspot.com/2007/12/does-fact-that-youre-headed-for-hell.html
We are all going to hell. So don't even worry about it.
:)
HAHA! Kylee, it wouldn't be so awesome if you got stampeeded by an elephant, I'm glad you lied about that, but it was sure funny...
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