Any of these encounters with fatuous, sub-literate office dwellers sound familiar to you?

• Please fire me. Our HR girl overheard me describing the plot of The Road to a co-worker. You know, the book about survivors of nuclear Armageddon who are being chased across a deserted America by anarchist cannibals. She asked, “Was that based on a true story?”
• Please fire me. A client was non-ironically described as “someone who likes conversating”.
• Please fire me. My boss gives me the “Always Be Closing” speech from Glengarry Glen Ross at least twice a week.
• Please fire me. I work in a retouching department, and while editing panties and lingerie,  I was asked to remove any visible vaginas.
• Please fire me. The secretary that sits outside my office was talking about how women can’t get colon cancer because women don’t have colons. Then she was talking about how she watched Schindler’s List the night before and didn’t know that Jewish people lived in Poland.
• Please fire me. Sometimes on my lunch break I drive to the park and cry.

If these sound like things you’ve been dealing with, then share! Head over to “Please Fire Me,” a hilarious blog that logs the daily complaints of disenchanted workers just like you.

Thanks to E-Verse photographer Niamh for sending this one along.