My behavior at work is becoming more and more outrageous, but the strange thing is that I can't seem to get myself fired. The orange fake fur briefcase didn't cause a stir and my divinely painted little nails have failed to raise an eyebrow.
Also having two 30 minute breaks, an hour and a half for lunch, arriving and leaving early are also tolerated. It is time to take drastic action.
2:04 PM Decided to walk out of job, I wonder if they will call to see where I am? I went home and got out my double D breast-i-forms, the ones made from stockings and buckwheat. Only to discover that the damn things were infested with weevils. My lingerie was suffused with the fine dust of what I can only assume are weevil droppings. I've heard that a girl can get cobwebs down there if she is out of action for to long, but weevils in the titties?