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  • I am not allowed to have a taser

    I am not allowed to go on break if my ex boss shows up just because his lack of being able to fire me now will result in a lack of me having a filter on my rampage setting. Mostly because supervisor wants to get video of the resulting carnage.

    Not allowed to take away the staff's key privileges and refuse to give them new ones just cause they are being exasperating.

    Not allowed to have a rubber band gun even if I volunteer to cover for the officers.

    Not allowed to forget to carry my big knife just in case.
    "Man, having a conversation with you is like walking through a salvador dali painting." - Mac Hall

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    • I'm not allowed to criticize the main branch's processes.
      I'm not allowed to ask for a organizational chart so I can complain to a coworker's supervisor when they don't get back to me on something I requested.
      I'm not allowed to follow up (or know who to follow up with) when faxes get left on someone's desk while they're gone for a week.
      "I look at the stars. It's a clear night and the Milky Way seems so near. That's where I'll be going soon. "We are all star stuff." I suddenly remember Delenn's line from Joe's script. Not a bad prospect. I am not afraid. In the meantime, let me close my eyes and sense the beauty around me. And take that breath under the dark sky full of stars. Breathe in. Breathe out. That's all."
      -Mira Furlan

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      • I am not allowed to write "There are no stupid questions, but there are a lot of inquisitive idiots" as my status message in our instant message client.
        PWNADE(TM) - Serve up a glass today! | PWNZER - An act of pwnage so awesome, it's like the victim got hit by a tank.

        There are only Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse because I choose to walk!

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        • Apparently, I am not allowed to talk to or smile at my male co-workers, because the customers will think we're flirting and tell us to get a room. (Actually happened last week! And the customer YELLED it)
          Sometimes customers remind me of zombies, but I'm pretty sure that zombies are smarter.

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          • I must not give a bollocking to the head of the local Hells Angels chapter...
            A PSA, if I may, as well as another.

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            • I can't carry a crucifix to work (like Kolchak: the Night Stalker) to ward off the Ass Manager when he's coming to work sick (like today.)
              Human Resources - the adult version of "I'm telling Mom." - Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo (NCIS)

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              • After cutting 10-second, 4-note fart in the mens room, do not emerge with a huge grin on your face and tell some little boy "Now that's how you do it!"
                Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

                "I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily

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                • Not allowed to attempt to strangle customers with a tape measure because they do not OWN a tape measure, so they can't possibly measure their window.

                  Especially not customers who come in three times over the course of a month, really wanting curtains, but being surprised every time that I still need measurements.

                  Not allowed to send those customers home with a tape measure in an, ahem, safe place.
                  Is it Asshole Day or what? - MoonCat
                  It's ALWAYS Asshole Day. - Jay2KWinger

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                  • When carving a pumpkin up, I am not allowed to greet parents while wielding said pumpkin.
                    I am also not allowed to tell the parents that I am currently carving up anything OTHER than a pumpkin.
                    No cracking jokes about using said pumpkin as a kettlebell. (3kg)

                    When it comes time to publish the recipe for said soup in the newsletter, I am not allowed to suggest that parents use an entire 3kg pumpkin for making said soup (we used around 3kg to make enough soup to feed 30 kids (1.5kg of one pumpkin and 2 halves of a butternut). There was so much that both my boss and I took the soup home)
                    The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

                    Now queen of USSR-Land...

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                    • -jump out a window... no windows!! guess i could use the acme paint brush to create a window on the wall but my skills are sadly not on par yet haha
                      -streak around the building, possibly up/down aisles idk what it is about this building but it calls to me!
                      -high fives
                      -use my google glass!!
                      -set up a slip and slide down the hall <<< this one pains me dearly!!

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                      • Not allowed to come to work dressed as Sumomo.
                        -Or Chii.
                        -Not allowed to tell the kids the story of Struwelpeter.
                        The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

                        Now queen of USSR-Land...

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                        • Not allowed to compare the typical pallor (grey to pale yellow) of a coworkers skin tone to that of the hand I bashed (not once but twice... D'oh) with a hammer over the prior weekend when asked "how's the hand look".

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                          • -When the offer for "onesie day" is made at work, I'm not allowed to come to work in leiderhosen.
                            The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

                            Now queen of USSR-Land...

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                            • I am not allowed to call the phlebotomy staff a "bunch of blood sucking parasites."
                              This site proves Corey Taylor right. Man really is a "four letter word."

                              I'm now using my Deviant Art page to post my humor.

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                                I am not allowed to call the phlebotomy staff a "bunch of blood sucking parasites."
                                how about vampires

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