1. You have sat in the same desk for 4 years and worked for 3 different companies.
2. Your resume is on a zip drive in your pocket.
3. When someone asks what you do for a living, you lie.
4. You get really excited about a 2% pay raise.
5. Your biggest loss from a system crash is that you lose your best jokes.
6. You sit in a cubicle smaller than your bedroom closet.
7. It’s dark on your drive to and from work.
8. Fun is when issues are assigned to someone else.
9. Communication is something your “group” is having problems with.
10. You see a good-looking person and know it is a visitor.
11. Free food left over from meetings is your main staple.
12. Art involves a white board.
13. All real work is done prior to 9:00 AM and after 5:00 PM.
14. You’re already late on the assignment you just received.
15. Dilbert is your favorite cartoon.
16. Your boss’s favorite lines are …
”when you get a few minutes …”
”in your spare time …”
”when you’re freed-up …”
”I have an opportunity for you …”
17. More than 10% of the people in your company do not know what you do.
18. Vacation is something you rollover to next year or a check you get every January.
19. Change is the norm.
20. Nepotism is encouraged.
21. You read this entire list and understand it.

Courtesy of The Onion

PLEASANT HILL, TN—Bob Carson, a State Farm life-insurance salesman for the past 27 years, is a walking encyclopedia of sudden-death scenarios, local sources reported Monday.

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Carson, who sells life insurance to local residents.

“Did I ever tell you about that poor barber in Mississippi, Frank?” Carson said, addressing the owner of Frank Klemper’s Fourth Street Barbershop. “Such a shame. He stepped on a push-broom, and the handle flipped up, hit his arm, and drove the shears he was holding into his eye.”

Added Carson: “Killed him instantly, because of the brain trauma. Went three inches down in there. Busted the eye like a grape and gouged the brain: home lobotomy. Hell of a thing for his wife and infant son. Had to fill the socket with a marble for the funeral.”

Carson has reportedly inserted hundreds of similar anecdotes into conversations during the past several years. Among his stories: a 1976 incident in which a Texas oilman got his tool-belt latch stuck in a high-pressure pump moments before it was turned on, the tale of a Southern Electric high-tension-wire worker who absorbed 10,000 amps through his metal lunch pail, and the story of an Arkansas grandmother who was hit and killed instantly by a passing tanker truck, which subsequently careened into a busload of kindergarten students on a field trip to see the Carlsbad Caverns and blew up cars within a quarter-mile radius.

“At this point, I’m almost afraid to say hello to Bob after Sunday services,” neighbor Jane Francis said. “The last time I did, I remarked how good the coffee and Danishes were. The next thing I knew, he was giving a forensically detailed account of a body found after a May 1978 bakery flash fire caused when a malfunctioning pilot light ignited a cloud of flour.”

“It was all ‘charred and grisly remains,’ and then he tipped his hat, said ‘God bless you and good morning,’ and walked over to Tim Hutter,” Francis added.

Francis said Carson has a friendly smile, a charming personality, a cheerful demeanor, and “an absolutely lurid obsession with freak accidents.”

Francis said she walked by Carson several minutes later, on the same Sunday, and overheard him telling Hutter about the fast-acting carcinogens found in the groundwater near chemical plants like the one adjacent to Hutter’s hunting cabin in Trousdale county.

Holy Redeemer Baptist Church pastor Hal Jackson said he is “a little concerned” about Carson.

“Granted, Bob does a very good job selling life insurance and making sure all the townsfolk are adequately covered, but still,” Jackson said. “His habit of introducing technical accounts of fatalities into polite conversation is something we should sit down together and talk about.”

Asked about the reason for his obsession with death, Carson had this to say.

“Your last name is Kemp, you say? If I’m not mistaken, the town of Kemp was the site of a grain-silo explosion not two years ago. A ladder fragment flying at about 250 miles an hour beheaded a fellow about your age. Head cut clean off, if you call that clean. Just imagine.”

“Wait,” Carson added. “It may be I’m thinking of the fellow who fell 20 feet from a collapsed balcony into a running wood chipper. But I’ve forgotten your question. What was it you were asking again?”

Mr. John Johnson III, was a rich old man was dying from a rare disease. On his deathbed, he called for his insurance agent, doctor and preacher:

“I trusted each you my entire life. Now I want to give each of you $30,000 cash in an envelope to put in my grave. I want to take it with me.”

Mr. Johnson died and at the funeral, each one placed the envelope on top of the man, then he was laid to rest.

On the way from the funeral, in the limo, the doctor confessed “I must tell you gentlemen, I only put $20,000 on top of Mr. Johnson, I wanted buy this new machine that would enable me to diagnose his rare disease and save others. It’s what he would have wanted.”

Then the preacher said: “I have to confess, I only put $10,000 on top of Mr. Johnson. We needed that money to help more homeless, and it’s what Mr. Johnson would’ve wanted”

The insurance agent was angry at both the man, and said: “I can’t believe both of you, stealing from a dead man. I wrote Mr. Johnson a check for the full $30,000!”