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'Oh, the same as always... another day from Hell. How was yours?'

"The good news is you’re the only one we’re not firing ... the bad news is you’re the only one to run the department."

"I'd like a week off without any business related e-mail on my home computer."

'I clawed my way to the top and then I clawed my way back to the middle.'

'Can you do more work then is humanly possible?'

'Don't worry about the company's pension plan. The way we work you, you'll be lucky to live that long!'

What Do Doctors Dream About?

'She finally made employee of the month but she paid the ultimate price.'

Twisted Peel works overtime.

"If you're not on the brink of despair you're part of the problem"

"That will be the gold standard by which all other naps are judged."

Man running from desk: 'I can't seem to get away from my work lately.'

"We're a bit understaffed today, could you be 6 people?"

"I'm sure you do spend all your time here at the office, but could you please stop having your mail delivered here?"

"He told me I was a flip phone expected to do a smart phone job."

'Word has it that you have an ulcer, Tomkins. Nice going! You'll find an extra 20 bucks in your paycheck.'

"Oops! My mistake, that was your projected trial load for this year, not this month."

"There are 168 hours in as week and I work 184."

"It's our latest targets...We have to do twice as much with half the stuff in a quarter of the time!"

"Dunhomin"

'It's OK, we all make mistakes. The important thing is that you learn to cover your tracks.'

Hour Glass

'You have appointments lined up right until you leave for vacation in 2008.'

'My life is around here somewhere.'

"A catfish ate my homework."

"Help, I'm being micro managed."

"You've been so productive lately, I've decided to lay the entire staff off so you can do their work as well."

'That's great, Bob, but I was just going to ask if you wanted anything from the deli next door.'

'Damn copier broke down again!'

'How did things go at the office today?'

'I worked my butt off again.'

They say you can't go home again. They ought to know. They own the company.

"Great, only 1,692,358 emails."

"Miss Caldwell, write twenty letters, make five Xerox copies of each, feed the whole lot into the shredder, and then, if it's five o'clock, you may go home."

"THIS looks like a job for ... somebody else."