Taking a huge stack of papers needing to be faxed over to the fax machine. Do them one by one really slow.. so people start forming a line.
Then I get my trusty fax stamp out and put the faxes on top of the metal label maker.
I stamp each one, super hard, and slam the stamp down on the label maker, one by one. causing everyone to look up from their computers because the noise is obnoxious.
I try to act like I work in customs at the airport. The bastards on their high horses with their magical entrance stamps. They stamp those passports sooooo loud, because they CAN.
So I run the customs in the office. I say who gets in and who stays out, biotch.
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