Anonymous wrote:Why the hell was your phone on in an interview? And did you answer it during the interview? What the hell
Anonymous wrote:So, I am in the middles of an interview this afternoon, and my cell starts to ring off the hook. When I finally answer it, it the wife! She is screaming at me sbout why didn't I pick up muppets goddamned phone. So, I said is someone dead, injured, were you in a car accident? No? Well, I am glad you and everyone else is find. We can talk when I come home.
The crisis of the moment? My DD's two-week progress report shows a C+ in Spanish. I know the poor girl is walking into her mkther's shitstorm the day before Thanksgiving. I feel when I come my job will be to tell DD that I know Mom probably reamed your ass so I won't and then take her out for ice cream so we can talk.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:So, I am in the middles of an interview this afternoon, and my cell starts to ring off the hook. When I finally answer it, it the wife! She is screaming at me sbout why didn't I pick up muppets goddamned phone. So, I said is someone dead, injured, were you in a car accident? No? Well, I am glad you and everyone else is find. We can talk when I come home.
The crisis of the moment? My DD's two-week progress report shows a C+ in Spanish. I know the poor girl is walking into her mkther's shitstorm the day before Thanksgiving. I feel when I come my job will be to tell DD that I know Mom probably reamed your ass so I won't and then take her out for ice cream so we can talk.
You are awesome!!! Keep up the good work dad! Your daughter needs you. Your wife will get hers when your daughter gets older and cannot stand the very sight of her. Protect your daughter by sticking with that horrible shrew until your daughter heads off to college and then ditch that bitch. Then her hysterical ass can live a lonely life screaming at her poodle.
Anonymous wrote:So, I am in the middles of an interview this afternoon, and my cell starts to ring off the hook. When I finally answer it, it the wife! She is screaming at me sbout why didn't I pick up muppets goddamned phone. So, I said is someone dead, injured, were you in a car accident? No? Well, I am glad you and everyone else is find. We can talk when I come home.
The crisis of the moment? My DD's two-week progress report shows a C+ in Spanish. I know the poor girl is walking into her mkther's shitstorm the day before Thanksgiving. I feel when I come my job will be to tell DD that I know Mom probably reamed your ass so I won't and then take her out for ice cream so we can talk.
Anonymous wrote:Why the hell was your phone on in an interview? And did you answer it during the interview? What the hell