Office Manager Funny Quotes & Sayings

The failure mode of clever is "asshole. — John Scalzi

The angels started visiting and helping me as far back as I can remember. I was lonely a lot in my childhood and the angels would come and comfort me, and help me to feel better, and at the same time they would also take me to places. I literally mean they would take me on a journey and tell me things. — Doreen Virtue

Nobody likes to have trouble. The moment we get a hint that it's coming, a common response is, 'Oh no! Not again!' — Joyce Meyer

He who is usually self-sufficient becomes exceptionally vain and keenly alive to fame and praise when he is physically ill. The more he loses himself the more he has to endeavor to regain his position by means of the opinion of others. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I saw Diana shake her head, "Jonathon, we're here for you. Stop being a butt head."
We all started laughing. I was bent over at the waist with tears running out of my eyes.
Mason said, "Did you seriously just say 'butt head'?"
Diana blushed, "Well, he was being a butt head. — Micalea Smeltzer

We call for night to hide our acts, But Night, a god, gives God the facts. — Gene Wolfe

Profuseness is a cruel and crafty demon, that gradually involves her followers in dependence and debt; that is, fetters them with irons that enter into their souls. — Samuel Johnson

Pesticides poison the main brain happy hormone or neurotransmitter, acetyl choline. — Sherry Rogers

Who can measure the love Christ felt for a lost world, as he hung upon the cross, suffering for the sins of guilty men? This love was immeasurable. It was infinite. — Ellen G. White

So," Cal said, drawing out the word, "that was Margo. Your roommate. The one you're not attracted to. The one you don't think about 'that way.'"
Jake snorted. "He thinks about her 'that way' and a thousand other ways, too, I'll bet."
"At least a thousand," Cal agreed. "In the car. On a bar. Against a door. On the floor. In the shower. In a tower." He paused. "I'm channeling Dr. Seuss."
Jake snickered. "On a bed. In a shed. In a tent. Under a vent. On a slope. With some rope." "Rope is too rough. It chafes delicate skin," Cal noted. "I prefer to use one of my ties."

Zeke crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you done yet?"
"Why are you still here? Don't you have anything better to do?" Cal asked.
"Yes, you do. Her name is Margo. — Jenna Sutton