Don't you hate to get automatic replies where some jamoke tries to show you how important he is by activating some automated reply designed to give the impression that his employment has required his service away from the customary place of employment, with the result that he does not have time for your puny efforts to communicate with him? You know Chris-Chris is checking email and voicemail with exactly the same regularity he did when his butt was wedged securely in his office chair, peering down at his smartphone as the Hertz van is preparing to dump his non-Gold-Club-having ass out at the rental counter.
Well, I'll be on the tony West Coast, don't you know, for the next week. My assignment there is of the utmost importance and certainly reflects the esteem in which I am held by my Plainsmaster.
Please conduct yourselves with the dignity for which the legacy Confessor is known.
|Confessor heeding Corby's and Danny's advice |
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