A Day in the Life of a Sales Team’s Gong
I knew the moment Brad's Gucci loafer crossed the threshold of the antique store, that my time had run out.
I knew the moment Brad's Gucci loafer crossed the threshold of the antique store, that my time had run out.
Not only are my kitchen cabinets sticky and brown, but they contain condos for giant cockroaches who never pay HOA dues.
I’m here to tell you that for your upcoming, serious, life-threatening gallbladder removal surgery, you’re on your own, kiddo.
Think of all the times you said, "I wish I could provide for my family by working somewhere that played realistic thunderstorm sound effects every 17 minutes."
You might think I’m completely oblivious to the concept of shared social norms and values, and the fact is—you’re right.
Three tricycles, $170.00? What does a man need with three tricycles? I’ve never once seen him exercise!
Roy was always trying to make a quick buck. He had all the best schemes in high school, and he also never had any money when the bill came.
If you're like me, I imagine Melinda blindsided you with some out-of-no-where comment about how you’re “constantly projecting yourself onto other people.”
Bulk of budget devoted to keeping Aragorn looking as wet as possible at all times.
All that changed when a (unnamed for legal purposes) billionaire “superhero” with no powers showed up and asked me to join his superhero team.
Fair Britannia’s genius has warmed the globe with her belching smokestacks and engines of industry, and the cruel polar ice is in retreat.
Childhood = Ruined! Kind of like our trust with our landlord if we don’t get that rent in on time.