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Darn it! I thought I blended in so well too.
Mom, the reason I'm here is actually very simple. I know we aren't supposed to hang out in the kitchen while food is being prepared but you see I have recently been promoted to food preparation inspector. It's my job to be here and make sure everything is on the up and up. So, as much as I would love to leave and go somewhere else while you're making lunch, there is really nothing I can do. It's out of my hands. What can I say? I am a slave to my job. If there is a problem you'll have to take it up with my supervisor Dottie. She's kind of strict though so I wouldn't if I were you.
But enough chit chat, aren't you taking kind of a long time to make a sandwich and maybe drop some ham? I wouldn't want to have to make a note of it on my official report. It goes on your permanent record you know. That's all I'm saying...
what a pretty pup!!!
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You got a good spot. Keep your hopes up!
ReplyDeleteCousing Alven, how do you go about getting one of these very important jobs? where do you apply? I would be very good at this job, and I could throw in taste tester for free! think about adding that your resume cousin Alven!
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