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Nobody in the office will miss their paper clips and pens and you know what? My boss, Mr. Thompson, doesn’t even spend his money anyway.

The ideal candidate would fit in with an ambitious team of Hustlers and Grinders (i.e. tech people and salespeople), who all, weirdly, have benefits.

Who could have thought, “Hey, it’s 2:15 AM, time to catch up with Slobodan!” You better believe that’s me on the other end. Every time.

Whatever kind of minority you are, it would be helpful if you could be very visible about your minority status, at least in company photos.

And though he was quite charming over the phone, in-person it was hard not to focus on his exceptionally poor oral hygiene.

I know you don’t get me, but there was once a time when people just like you would walk past and think, “Wow. That’s one heck of a sculpture."

We must answer the question of how Harry, a man I once saw eat a Skittle off the men’s room floor, conquered the forbidden frontiers of science.

Unfortunately, I can no longer continue in my role as Associate Proselytizer, as I disagree with many of the Company's policies and decisions.

If we don’t come up with an ingenious sign, no one will ever come in, meaning no one will share post shots of our killer foam art.

"What is your job?" Wilmott said. "I work in an office," said Gorge. "My boss keeps turtles in a tank. Sometimes I have to feed them."

Maybe you’re freaked out to think of accountants as sexual creatures. You want us always hunched over ledgers, never over your sweet, pliable body.

At the very least, I thought I’d live out my days being volleyed over some net in a park by people who considered themselves moderate exercisers.