Doctors named Jay Vajay. (If you need help figuring this one out, I feel bad for you.)
Finding out that the Transmittal Confirmation Reports that the fax machine spits out are already in order and I don't have to sort them myself.
Finding ways to sneak onto blocked websites.
Receiving funny emails about people who are dumber than me.
... Which is similar to receiving emails by the idiots who accidentally hit the "Reply All" button.
Slacking off to the extreme, and actually getting away with it.
Trying to pronounce some of the clients' names that come across my desk.
Resigning myself to working on my birthday, then discovering that somebody left a tiny army of paper kodama on my desk.
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Did you really meet a Doc Vajay? That's funny. Can you imagine what happened when he was younger in school? Substitute teachers reading his name, "Is there a Vajay, Jay here?"
Oh my gosh. Please tell my Dr. Vajay is an OB, otherwise he picked the wrong specialty.
I honestly don't remember what his specialty is, unfortunately. But I had a hell of a time keeping a straight face, I tell you what.
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