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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
Legal procedures can be slow, complicated and expensive.
They assured Jenna that in a few months, it would get very busy at the agency, and she would be in charge of many complicated and important projects, and then they ushered her to a cubicle and explained that she would conduct her own orientation for the next month or two by combing through the shared drive for random memos, templates, and written procedures.
Surround one cubicle-dweller with one neighbor who has day-long noisy conference calls; one cubicle designated as the “visitor’s cubicle,” inhabited by an ever-changing sea of visitors who all need to know where the printer/copier/fax machines are; ambient noise from the cafeteria 12 feet away; ambient noise from the mailroom around the corner; ambient noise from the freight elevator across the hall from the mailroom; ambient noise from the circuit breakers and server banks in the core; 50 people in moods ranging from faux-jocular to enraged to so keen to talk to dweller that they will immediately begin a conversation without first ascertaining whether the dweller is on the phone or doing complicated math; and 17 different ringtones; shake well, apply liberally and serve with toast points.
Life is complicated.
The nice thing about life is it’s always looking for new ways to become complicated, so we don’t have to lose sleep worrying about the same old things all the time.
“Our customer has asked if we’re equipped to submit certifications of compliance for this complicated new law on heavy metal and hazardous materials in China, which we’ve never had to submit before; here’s a really painful article about it by a pair of lawyers,” at which Bronwyn’s ears pricked up ever so slightly.
The orgasms of seventeen year old girls, if there even is such a thing, is not something that should be openly discussed except in single sentence form upon the main pages of Scrine, and then only by the seventeen year old girls having experienced such an event, if there even is such an event, and then only if she is open and confident regarding use of the parts of speech, which I am here to assure her, if there even is such a girl to assure, is nearly as complicated and as bumpy a road as the one leading to orgasm, which assumes, of course, that such a road even exists.
The complicated logistics of life really cramp my style sense.
And, far more importantly, why do I even care?
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