So you come home from work and your just brimming with stories about the lady or that guy. Or how your boss yelled at you, or your coworker. Here's the thing, I DON'T CARE. in fact no one cares.
that's not to say that i hate you, i don't, but your stories mean nothing to me. I don't know your boss, and don't know edna, the fat receptionist, and i really just don't care that someone ate all the donuts before you could get your cream filled.
do you understand? I mean, do i bother you about all the things that happen in my classes? no, why? because I realize the you fundamentally won't care. i'll let you know roughly where i am in my classes, how i'm doing. but I know that you don't have the time or inclination to discuss the intricacies of my human resource papers, or the formulas to calculate holding period ROI.
so do me a favor will you, remeber that the things that happen to you interest me about the same amount as what happens to britney spears...that is, not hardly at all.
thanks, i mean that.
8D
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