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the meaning of something

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Did you hear the news?


Questcor's CFO tendered his desire to transition (pretty sure that's code for leaving...resigning...moving on...opening a new chapter...etc...etc...) just seven days after the JEC hearing.


I know...my threshold for processing information always droops in the evenings too. And it's competing with our girls on the uneven bars. Was anybody else wincing?!


But it sounds serious...this transitioning jazz.


You know...like it could mean something...


Click here if you're in the mood to further process or raise your blood pressure...either way

::smile::



Comments

Sounds promising to me. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya!! That is such a 4th grade saying, but i still love it. I don't know how much it will really help, but I hope that it does. Hope you are feeling better. You've been in my thoughts.
Mama Skates said…
oh, snap! great news! but boy, look at that severance package - dang!!!
Shanna Grimes said…
Your FIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRREDUH!!! My kids just love that movie Cat in the Hat. They love to tell me I'm fired too. This time I get to say it.

Go git 'em tiger!! You are kickin bootay and taking names.
Mama Skates said…
~lmao~ at shanna - my kids say that all the time too! as soon as i read that word in ur comment, i knew what u were pulling it from! ~lol~

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