Who authorized this?? I'M SERIOUS WHO AUTHORIZED THIS??? It wasn't me, I'm certain of that, and that's the only authorization you should be interested in. I'm certain of a couple other things too: Your wife's about to leave you. Your children are about to starve. Your car is about to be repossessed.
How do I know all this? Oh I'm glad you asked. It's because you're sooooo fired. So fired. Get out. So fucking fired. Janet will have your stuff packed up and available after 5. Say hi to your wife for me and tell her I'll see her tonight.
Do you have any idea what your job is here boy? Do you think we pay you to look pretty? You're not paid to think, you're not paid to make poorly thought out similies to sex... hell, we're not even paying you. Does this come as a surprise? Of course it does - you could've sworn you were employed a second ago. Guess what? You're fired. Very fired. The kind of fired you feel way down in the pit of your stomach that shakes the very foundation of your belief in god and the direction gravity flows. Now pack up your shit and get out.
Simical? MUDsliniging? Those sort of puns may fly at your local improv comedy troupe establishment but not in this organization. In case you hadn't noticed, this is a business - not a factory of self-embarassment where you get to spend the whole day producing crap like that. You're fired. Don't bother packing up your things (we already set your cubicle on fire); Jenny will send the ashes to the address we have on file for you.
I don't know how, but I'll find a way. Pack up your stuff, "boss", because as soon as I can find a way to acquire you, I will terminate you so quick you'll think you were in a seedy uptown clinic dodging a coathanger.
Whoops! That's a little tasteless. Sorry. You're still fired, though.
Am I the only one who's wondering why this 400 word blurb made it to CNN.com? Not only is there little to no information supporting his point (albeit valid), it's also completely uninteresting. Good thing I'm not in charge there, otherwise I would fire the person who let that slip by so hard, he'd be picking up his unemployment check with a pair of tongs gently held between his lips.
I noticed some activity to this site and, sure enough, here it is. In black and white (and yellow... and brown?!? - who designs this crap?). What do you think you're doing? Don't you have enough work to do? You may not be acting on my behalf, but that's ok - I'll act on my behalf for you. You're fired. We'll just divert those "company resources" to somewhere where they're actually useful - my cocaine habit. Now get out.
Yeah, it is too bad you're not an SCO shareholder. Then you'd at least have a tiny amount of money to spend on groceries that you could snack on while standing in the unemployment line. Come on, take a hike. You're fired. You can come in on Saturday to pick up your belongings (such as they are). Now, I'm going to get some ice cream and then crawl into my bed made mostly of $100 dollar bills and ripped up resumes.
What's the big deal about the signs? They're kinda funny. I'd wear a shirt (on my off days, of course) that said, "I Don't Pay For Music - I Don't Pay For My O.S. Either."
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the fuck, I told you not to message me again.
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
It introduced me to sleeping with hookers. I've never felt so diseased!
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE SO FIRED!
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5 bucks well spent, my friend, except for the blaring fact that you missed first post by a mile. Maybe if you show that subscriber star to your next employer they'll actually allow you to touch the cash register! Pack it up, bub. You're fired.
However, in light of your intrusive questions into my personal life (which is very lurid, I assure you), I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you. We have put together a nice little severence package for your departure... which mainly consists of a can of Manwich and a map to the stars homes that Fred got on that business trip to Los Angeles last year. Oh, and Cheryl in accounting asked if you wanted that stress squeeze toy thing that you liked so much. I told her no. Don't take it too hard. Or do. Whatever. I've got to go eat lobster and drink imported wine at my mansion with my beautiful model wife now.
That you had to lose your job at 9AM on a Sunday morning. You may think it's cold hearted, but myself and John decided that it would be best to give you a chance to hit the unemployment line on Monday morning. A fresh start, if you will. Don't worry, we cleaned out your desk and hired and trained your 22 year old replacement while you were on vacation. You, my fine feathered friend, are fired. And I'm going back to bed.
You're fired. Not only did you not get the first post, but you also misspelled a five letter word. Five letters - just like the number of days in the work week. God, I love being upper management.
Don't you know that George Brett owns 35% of our company? Badmouthing the Royals (especially the team that won the world series) will get you nowhere but fired in this company. Which is exactly what you are. Er, fired that is. You're fired. Yep. Oh, just get out already. Tina will forward your things to the address you have on file.
Dammit, that didn't go well.
Fun fact: Former Royals player Danny Jackson owns a bowling alley in Kansas called Incred-a-Bowl.
It is too much of a rant. Doing some trickery with a 007 game and an Xbox to get Linux running on it is not grounds to talk about getting Linux on the desktop or an NT to Linux migration path. -1, off-fucking-topic *and* you're fired. Tough day for you, but at least I get to sleep with Shirley from accounting tonight. Yowza.
Also, please apply the usual 'people-who-work-on-software-for-free-don't-do-you r-bidding' rant to the end of this text on your way out the door. Thanks.
It's one thing to post on the wrong story, but to post on the wrong story regarding Robo-pornography is just disgusting. Sure, we all think about robots and how they would be the perfect mates from time to time, but not on work time, buddy. Pack it up. You're fired. Be out of this office by 11:40am EST.
That was an excellent FP, Mr. Knox. Why don't you step into my office and we'll discuss how long we'll keep you on until I fire you? Come on in, I've got doughnuts and coffee (the secretary bought 'em... heh heh heh).
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Who authorized this?? I'M SERIOUS WHO AUTHORIZED THIS??? It wasn't me, I'm certain of that, and that's the only authorization you should be interested in. I'm certain of a couple other things too: Your wife's about to leave you. Your children are about to starve. Your car is about to be repossessed.
How do I know all this? Oh I'm glad you asked. It's because you're sooooo fired. So fired. Get out. So fucking fired. Janet will have your stuff packed up and available after 5. Say hi to your wife for me and tell her I'll see her tonight.
Perhaps they have all been fired.
Do you have any idea what your job is here boy? Do you think we pay you to look pretty? You're not paid to think, you're not paid to make poorly thought out similies to sex... hell, we're not even paying you. Does this come as a surprise? Of course it does - you could've sworn you were employed a second ago. Guess what? You're fired. Very fired. The kind of fired you feel way down in the pit of your stomach that shakes the very foundation of your belief in god and the direction gravity flows. Now pack up your shit and get out.
Simical? MUDsliniging? Those sort of puns may fly at your local improv comedy troupe establishment but not in this organization. In case you hadn't noticed, this is a business - not a factory of self-embarassment where you get to spend the whole day producing crap like that. You're fired. Don't bother packing up your things (we already set your cubicle on fire); Jenny will send the ashes to the address we have on file for you.
You stole my answer you bastard. Well played.
I don't know how, but I'll find a way. Pack up your stuff, "boss", because as soon as I can find a way to acquire you, I will terminate you so quick you'll think you were in a seedy uptown clinic dodging a coathanger.
Whoops! That's a little tasteless. Sorry. You're still fired, though.
"Along with their free condoms, give 'em free Linux CDs."
"Here. You'll never use this first item if you choose to use the second item. Have fun, and welcome to college."
You are sooooo fired.
Am I the only one who's wondering why this 400 word blurb made it to CNN.com? Not only is there little to no information supporting his point (albeit valid), it's also completely uninteresting. Good thing I'm not in charge there, otherwise I would fire the person who let that slip by so hard, he'd be picking up his unemployment check with a pair of tongs gently held between his lips.
http://marc.theaimsgroup.com/?l=linux-kernel&m=105 932590109238&w=2
And you're fired.
I noticed some activity to this site and, sure enough, here it is. In black and white (and yellow... and brown?!? - who designs this crap?). What do you think you're doing? Don't you have enough work to do? You may not be acting on my behalf, but that's ok - I'll act on my behalf for you. You're fired. We'll just divert those "company resources" to somewhere where they're actually useful - my cocaine habit. Now get out.
So does this. Weird.
Yeah, it is too bad you're not an SCO shareholder. Then you'd at least have a tiny amount of money to spend on groceries that you could snack on while standing in the unemployment line. Come on, take a hike. You're fired. You can come in on Saturday to pick up your belongings (such as they are). Now, I'm going to get some ice cream and then crawl into my bed made mostly of $100 dollar bills and ripped up resumes.
What's the big deal about the signs? They're kinda funny. I'd wear a shirt (on my off days, of course) that said, "I Don't Pay For Music - I Don't Pay For My O.S. Either."
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the fuck, I told you not to message me again.
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Thanks for that. You made my day.
It introduced me to sleeping with hookers. I've never felt so diseased!
5 bucks well spent, my friend, except for the blaring fact that you missed first post by a mile. Maybe if you show that subscriber star to your next employer they'll actually allow you to touch the cash register! Pack it up, bub. You're fired.
Thanks.
However, in light of your intrusive questions into my personal life (which is very lurid, I assure you), I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you. We have put together a nice little severence package for your departure... which mainly consists of a can of Manwich and a map to the stars homes that Fred got on that business trip to Los Angeles last year. Oh, and Cheryl in accounting asked if you wanted that stress squeeze toy thing that you liked so much. I told her no. Don't take it too hard. Or do. Whatever. I've got to go eat lobster and drink imported wine at my mansion with my beautiful model wife now.
Cut and paste mirror link from previous article.. I'm going to fire him so hard when I get in to work Monday...
That you had to lose your job at 9AM on a Sunday morning. You may think it's cold hearted, but myself and John decided that it would be best to give you a chance to hit the unemployment line on Monday morning. A fresh start, if you will. Don't worry, we cleaned out your desk and hired and trained your 22 year old replacement while you were on vacation. You, my fine feathered friend, are fired. And I'm going back to bed.
You're fired. Not only did you not get the first post, but you also misspelled a five letter word. Five letters - just like the number of days in the work week. God, I love being upper management.
Don't you know that George Brett owns 35% of our company? Badmouthing the Royals (especially the team that won the world series) will get you nowhere but fired in this company. Which is exactly what you are. Er, fired that is. You're fired. Yep. Oh, just get out already. Tina will forward your things to the address you have on file.
Dammit, that didn't go well.
Fun fact: Former Royals player Danny Jackson owns a bowling alley in Kansas called Incred-a-Bowl.
It is too much of a rant. Doing some trickery with a 007 game and an Xbox to get Linux running on it is not grounds to talk about getting Linux on the desktop or an NT to Linux migration path. -1, off-fucking-topic *and* you're fired. Tough day for you, but at least I get to sleep with Shirley from accounting tonight. Yowza.
u r-bidding' rant to the end of this text on your way out the door. Thanks.
Also, please apply the usual 'people-who-work-on-software-for-free-don't-do-yo
How many people have made that joke? Oh well, you're fired.
It's one thing to post on the wrong story, but to post on the wrong story regarding Robo-pornography is just disgusting. Sure, we all think about robots and how they would be the perfect mates from time to time, but not on work time, buddy. Pack it up. You're fired. Be out of this office by 11:40am EST.
That was an excellent FP, Mr. Knox. Why don't you step into my office and we'll discuss how long we'll keep you on until I fire you? Come on in, I've got doughnuts and coffee (the secretary bought 'em... heh heh heh).
...where I got to fire a bunch of people. That was a pretty good experience. First post?