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I could totally go for #5 ...
We've been having this discussion at work a lot. The "Short timer" on my shift has been there for 6 years, I'm 12, and the other guy is a freaking lifer ... 18 years (my department also has one of the rare 30 yr vets, who is being honored tonight at the 30th anniversary party, and just MAY fucking lose it during his acceptance speech and say what he's really thinking).
We figured out the master plan on Monday night.
The doctor is going to find us a nice cruise line. He'll sign on as the ship's doctor, which will be a treat for any cruise ship, as he is a competent physician and NOT trying to elude the state medical licensing board by spending the rest of his life on a ship with Liberian registry ... I will be his able assistant, completing paperwork and providing crisis counselling as necessary (what's a crisis on a cruise ship? Realizing your ass is too fat for that bikini? I can deal with that with both hands tied behind my back). My two male coworkers just have to figure out who is going to be Issac, and who is going to be Gopher.
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