“Those sandwiches were awful!”
“Look! I have one job on this lousy ship. It's stupid, but I'm gonna do it! Okay?" -Gwen DeMarco, Galaxy…
“Can you send Nate an email for me?” is what you say.
Copier Paper. Paper Towels. Staples. You kill it, You fill it.
You tried an extension, a cell phone, an email, an IM and still no answer from Doug. The game is afoot!
Do you work at a top secret government zombie lab? Did the zombies get out? Unless you answered yes, calm down.
Relax. It will all be ok.
“We really need to get this package to Denver tomorrow? Oh my gosh, What are we gonna do?”
Do you work in an emergency room? Is the building on fire?