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are you tired of a day at the office where at lunchtime, everyone goes to a good restaurant and leaves you behind? well, now with linking office chairs, you just hook onto a popular coworkers rolling office chair, and they will be forced to ride to the restaurant with you attacthed, no more exclusion.
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The fixed chairs in our office link together, for what it's worth. |
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Would the idea imply procentual strength linkage, or would one be linked to the same coleagues every luchhour? |
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Careful though, if you're on a coffee break while they leave, no more chair! |
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You take coffee breaks at lunchtime? Now *that's* quality slacking! |
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You take your office chair to restaurants? |
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[sweet] - and [skinflaps] both have a point - if we were to use some kind of person-to-person superglue, that ought to solve both problems. |
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Simply retire to the washrooms one breaktime, strip to your underwear, coat yourself with glue, before running out into the office and leaping onto the first popular person you see. |
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After an initial settling-in period, the popular person will become resigned to your presence, and you will be able to attend all of the social events to which you have hitherto been excluded. |
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I'm not a manager so I don't get to take lunch breaks. |
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//I'm not a manager so I don't get to take lunch breaks.// |
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See, you've got that totally backwards. |
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//backwards// Tell that to my managers. Oh, wait, you can't, they are on break. |
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I think I want to be a manager at your place. Wait, it's the other way around here, so I don't really mind. Oh, except my manager gets paid more than me. Scratch that, then, I do want to be a manager at your place. I can't ask my managers, because they're busy. |
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then link it to the manager! |
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Come on baby, do the locomotion! |
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//Simply retire to the washrooms one breaktime, strip to your underwear, coat yourself with glue, before running out into the office and leaping onto the first popular person you see// |
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I think I'll forward this suggestion to all the ladies at work. |
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Then again, I think I'll just imagine one or two of them trying it out, but not forward the suggestion. |
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[ye_river] Just remember, there is a difference between glue and lube. |
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