shereads
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I could sweep this competition if I chose to, by the sheer number of places where I've worked. I'll handicap myself by sticking exclusively to one ad agency, my last one in Texas before I ran away screaming and never looked back.
1) The owner had his own toilet in a glass-walled room just off his office, facing the Loop 610 Freeway. After dark, drivers could see him reading his newspaper on the throne.
2) He was accompanied to the office each day by an incontinent basset hound/terrier mix with some Norway rat in its ancestry. It was the single most disagreeable animal I've ever known. In addition to relieving itself wherever the urge struck (fun during client tours of our offices) the beast liked to choose a random victim each day from among its daddy's employees. If you were "it" that day, the basset/rat would visit your office to steal your lunch, turn over your trash can, or just snarl at you. If you closed your door to repel the thing, your door would receive The Curse of the Leg-Lift. The building prohibited animals, so the boss used to pack the beast into an enormous duffle bag for trips up and down the elevator. The duffle bag stank and sometimes growled.
1) The owner had his own toilet in a glass-walled room just off his office, facing the Loop 610 Freeway. After dark, drivers could see him reading his newspaper on the throne.
2) He was accompanied to the office each day by an incontinent basset hound/terrier mix with some Norway rat in its ancestry. It was the single most disagreeable animal I've ever known. In addition to relieving itself wherever the urge struck (fun during client tours of our offices) the beast liked to choose a random victim each day from among its daddy's employees. If you were "it" that day, the basset/rat would visit your office to steal your lunch, turn over your trash can, or just snarl at you. If you closed your door to repel the thing, your door would receive The Curse of the Leg-Lift. The building prohibited animals, so the boss used to pack the beast into an enormous duffle bag for trips up and down the elevator. The duffle bag stank and sometimes growled.
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