Stuff That's Supposed to Happen, Part 1:  You Only Get One Phone Line

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I sometimes wonder what would happen if I made George troubleshoot this kind of thing on his own.  Then I feel all dizzy and nauseated and I have to lie down.

Stuff That's Supposed to Happen, Part 2:  So is Mine, but I'm Not Complaining.

You know, an answering service staffed by a dozen blind rhesus monkeys with simian hemorrhagic fever could do a better job screening calls than George does.

I don't know.  Are they his?  Does this person even work here?

Or, go back to the index page.

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