I left work on Friday night convinced that my long weekend would surely be interrupted with follow-up questions and requests for more research, etc.... I haven't heard a peep. I'm convinced that the network is down or something because I can't possibly be this lucky, can I?
Head's up ladies - if you're old enough to vote, you're too old to wear anything that could accurately be described as a jumper. Just tossing that out there....
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The scariest part of the week for me is 3pm - 5pm on a Friday. I fear the sound of my telephone ringing or my blackberry buzzing. But if a partner hasn't gotten a hold of me by that time, I'm out of the weekend. (I'm all about utilizing the out-of-office reply function on Outlook.)
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