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Is a casual ease that I have about lying to people who ring the office looking for colleagues (who don’t want to talk) a good or a bad trait?

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Insane Mama said…
Thats a tough one, I think a good trait, if you can pull it off :) But then there is always the little bit inside of you that feels weird for lying... It's a double edged sword I think
freefalling said…
I'd be more worried that Mariah Carey is on your list of recently played tracks!
Kris McCracken said…
We are all humans Freefalling. It can't be Tom Petty all of the time!
Ann (MobayDP) said…
I say it's a bad trait. One should never lie for others. You'll create a reputation as a liar.

I love that photo by the way. The sky looks amazing.
Bad. Avoid lying.
Kris McCracken said…
It looks like I'll have to drop the boss in the steaming stuff from here on in!
The D in D & T said…
i say work related self preservation is a good thing. keep it up. :)
sam said…
well this invites an entire philosophical monologue about the relative meanings of good and bad, but luckiliy for all concerned i am feeling too lazy to do all that typing, so consider yourself spared, you bad (or possibly good) boy!

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