A president of an important company came to the office yesterday.
We were strictly told to explain our job when he did the introductory round up.
As I wasn't at the office at that time - I therefore missed it - my workmate had to explain what I do.
- What did you say about my job? - I asked enthusiastically
- Well, I said... she sits there, being pretty.
I know he meant well. But at that very moment I felt the terrible urge to punch his face. In a lovely way, of course.
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