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06.05.2005 - 5:34 p.m. . . .
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What do we think of the jean-suit. You know, denim pants and denim shirt. I don’t care what you call casual Friday – that outfit should be in the manual with a prohibited sign around it. I suppose a partner of a firm can wear whatever he damn well pleases, but I should not be expected to talk to him in a straight face while wearing such a monstrosity. N’est pas?

It was our co-op student’s last day at work so I thought that we should at least acknowledge it since she was integral to the whole tax season.

Moi: “Can a few of the girls take [Co-Op] out for lunch?
Partner (note: not denim suit): “Of course! We should do something”
Moi: “so we can get dessert too?”
Partner: “You can get what ever you want”

Well, it got leaked that it was a firm-funded luncheon…

Moi: “There are ten of us now – the boys want to come too”
Partner: “That’s okay, but if you want it to just be a girl-thing, tell them I said they couldn’t go”
Moi: “hee hee”
Partner: “chuckle, chuckle”

Sometimes work isn’t half-bad.

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