It’s not every day that the Universe opens up it’s e-purse and delivers a box of unsolicited evidence from the Bygone Days.
Here, recently-discovered photodocumentation of one of Our Finest Hours–the fabled “Let’s Get Laid Off” party, thrown in the summer of 2002.
The basics: Casey got laid off; Casey and Geoff got drunk and dreamstormed a party full of worky catch-phrases, theme cakes and take-home prizes; invitations were e-mailed; people were confused/concerned (“Are Casey and Geoff ok?”); and, eventually, a good time was had by all.
Here, a rundown of the best of the shirting:
I’m In Charge of the In-Box
Don’t Tell Me How To Do My Job
Effective Immediately: No Sweats
I wonder what’s inside that danish.
I hear there’s cake on floor three.
Company Parking Isn’t a Joke
Personally and Professionally, I’m Disappointed
As of 4 p.m. today, that’s not my problem
Personal Use of the Internet Is Not Company Policy
Expense account this.
All I know is I come to work… That’s all I know
Not pictured (sadly): the “We’ll Really Miss Seeing You Around the Office” sheet cake.
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