yet more fun at work with Ex-Tabula Rasa

here, in its entirety, lest you even consider not clicking on the link:

Three hours of my life I'll never get back

When I came in this morning my boss was like, “I have a three hour teleconference call in an hour, but I’m too busy to take it. You have to do it in my office. I’ll use your desk. Try not to look stupid.”
So from 10:00 to 1:00 I sat back with my feet on his desk and listened while clueless people discussed rubbish nonsense and whothefuckcares while sitting in my boss’s chair and searching Google with phrases involving terrorist attacks, how to make dirty bombs and the best way to kill the pope. Whenever they asked me a question I’d unmute the phone and go “My boss says I can’t answer that for security reasons” and mute it and get back to hiding his shoes behind the radiator.