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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
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Gator Country: sticking it to the man hubba bubba style
i live for this shit. today i got an email from my boss that said, "Touche. I stand corrected."
lemme back up: yesterday, i was pretty ticked off. my boss wrote me this very bold underliney (\read: condescending) email explaining how i too can be a better worker/team player/fill-in-the-blank by paying attention to the tiniest of tiny details that, if strictly adhered to 24/7, would drive us all crazy to the point of being lunatic cow-fuckers.
but i digress.
i didn't need to be a lunatic cow-fucker, because i was right. I WAS RIGHT!
but i got pissed b/c it just seemed so hypocritical. not in a funny haha kind of hypocritical isn't this ironic sort of way but in a sad, you have got to be kidding me kind of way. i told a friend about it last night, and he told me congratulations and i should rejoice because i'm usually always wrong, so i should savor the moment.
but i wanted my boss to "rekanize tha wrong". otherwise it wouldn't count. plus, i heard yesterday that matt damon proposed to his bartender girlfriend so my monday was sucking all around. as it turns out, tuesday is always another day, because today my boss admitted DEFEAT.
it's the little things.
btw, matt damon is still engaged, but there is always wednesday.
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