Nadine: where the hell were you?! Jill was going berserk, I heard her screaming at Nina over the phone.
Leslie: my mother is back.
Nadine: ah...
Leslie: she's driving me nuts already! And she only just arrived this morning. My life just sucks right now.
Nadine: what does she want now? Is she still trying to set you up with that buck toothed dude from Texas?!
Leslie: would she ever give up? She's demanding to see 'this boyfriend of mine'. Where the hell can I get a nice suitable guy to appease mom until she leaves?!
Nadine: how about that coffee shop two blocks away? I saw this totally bangable guy the other day, oh what shoulders!
Leslie: nad, stop it! For heaven's sake, you're married. Wait...i just had an idea!
Nadine: no, no. The short answer is no. I'm not involving my husband in a hunt for your 'boyfriend'.
Leslie: c'mon, Joe has plenty of friends...
Nadine: so does Vince from Accounts...
Leslie: okay okay, don't eye me like that over your cubicle wall... so much of a friend you are...i'll just try that coffee shop then
Nadine: you need to give your mom a dose of the truth hon, your lies are gonna kill you one day
Leslie: never
Jill: will you both now get off your phones and get back to work? Leslie, I'm still waiting on the insurance article, and Nadine, I would appreciate the edited consumer protection piece within the next hour. We pay you to write articles, not text messages.
Nadine: she's such a bitch
Leslie: agreed. Back to work it is.
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Short StoryIt's as if my morning can't get any worse: 1. Jill, my editor, is demanding to know why my article on insurance policies isn't on her desk yet (my job sucks. I wish I could write for 'Mascot lifestyle' rather than 'Mascot business') (clearly, in Jil...
