I am a self-proclaimed Corporate Hood Blogger, wanna be author, introvert extraordinaire who overcame the disease of writenophobia. For all of those who don't know what that is writenophobia is defined as "don't write nothin' won't be nothin'.
Here at Life in the Concrete Jungle, this is a safe place where workplace sarcasm is warm, fuzzy, and greatly appreciated. Sometimes I might write something academically profound, deep, and wonderful but don't count on it because I need something to get me through the hustle and grind of the Corporate Hood.
To those who dare to enter my lair welcome to Life in the Concrete Jungle!
It makes sense to the professor. Just tell them right out that you know what they’re doing. That’ll fetch them. They’ll retreat to their cubicle and start plotting some new devilry.
😆 😆 The professor just might be guilty of this!
Where I work it feels so fake. Dare I say its like a corporate brothel….
It makes sense to the professor. Just tell them right out that you know what they’re doing. That’ll fetch them. They’ll retreat to their cubicle and start plotting some new devilry.
They are so not worth it. Lol. Some things I’d rather slither my way out. Lol
I think you’re right.
I had a job like that. It’s not a peaceful sort of work place when people are waiting to pounce. Wait – you’re a cheetah. Pounce and run, girl, run!
I am waiting for the door to open so I can run on through.