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Overuse of the Exclamation Point

Sorry Im Late

Well If I Can't Be A Cowboy I'll Be A Lawyer

A Man In A Bar Talks To A Woman

The Sun Going To Work Each Day

Play Doh Work Doh

A Man In An Office Cubicle Holds A Chair

Turning It Off And Taking A Nap

I wish I had a salary that disgusted people

Why I Teach

Two Cats Curl Up At Each End Of A Sofa

Granted it would save countless lives

Outside An Office Depot

Run it by the Legal Department

Job! I Hear You've Got A Book Out!

G-d And An Angel Watch As Job Stamps Out A Paper

Two Men Make Introductions At A Party

Discount Nose Job

Answering E-mails and Sighing

On The Seventh Day

Sitting On A Sofa -- The World's Most

A King On His Thrown Addresses A Wizard

A Boss Speaks To An Employee

Your Resume Is Remarkably Similar To Our Ceo's

As An Orange

Jessica's Out of Office Message

A moment of silence for all the people with jobs

It came with the job

Out of Office

I Saw It Start. One Guy Said It Was Hepplewhite

A Butterfly Talks To A Caterpillar

A Man Sits In A Tall Lifeguard Chair

A Businessman Interviewing Another

A Robber Sits At A Bar With A Large Sack Of Cash

Two Men Walk Down The Sidewalk Together: One

A Smiling Wife Speaks To Her Husband As They Read

My Parents Wanted Me To Join The Priesthood

Negotiating a Job Title

New Yorker December 25th, 2006

Just Call In Sick

An inside inside inside inside inside job

Being Our Dog

Come Back To The Hill

One Tree Speaks To Another Tree Which Has A Love

Your Resume Looks Terrific

Crime does not pay

I See From Your Resume That You Enjoy Attending

The Agony Of The Self Employed

It's The Most Blatant Violation Of Park Rules

Sir, I'm Leaving My High-paying Job

No Medical Or Pension Benefits

Just What Do You Think You're Doing?

You're Fired

A Man Addresses Another Who Is Showering

New Yorker January 11th, 1993

I'm A Prospect

Whee! Wasn't It Nice Of Papa To Buy Us All Union

New Yorker November 30th, 1940

. . . And Then For Three Years Before Enlisting

What Do You ?gure On Doing Between Wars?

In Five Years

Four Horsemen

Less of a Deadhead