It's like Orson Welles' autopsy

So it's been a week since I last posted. It really looked like I was back at the whole blogging game for a while there, but what can I say, old habits die hard. This week at work was good, we got a different trainer because the idiot liar is on vacation. The new trainer was fun, and smart and literate, and as can be expected that made the week considerably more enjoyable. The bad part is that I actually have to start taking calls next week if I want to continue getting paid. I'll let you know how that goes.

Here is a picture of the pen tattoo Vicki was sporting at work yesterday:

Keep on Tranglin,
Anthony

5 comments:

Fella said...

I bet she doesn't really keep it real. I bet she's fronting.

Loz said...

i like this photo-a-day idea.
i'm glad you don't plan on staying in the call centre because those places will kill you dead, but quietly, and so one notices.

i don't keep it real, just so you know.

Fella said...

Anthony's face smells.

Anonymous said...

yes it does Nick, I believe that's because he has a functional nose

Fella said...

You don't have to rub it in my face, Dianna. You people and your noses.