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	<title>Comments on: Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies</title>
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		<title>By: Susie</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1655</link>
		<dc:creator>Susie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:35:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Back in college, I used to pull the &quot;I have to study for a test&quot; way too many times.  I worked for an on-campus place used to college students, so they were usually very understanding about it.  I had so many fake tests one semester than I could have crammed my entire major&#039;s curriculum right there, if only they had been, you know, REAL TESTS.  I hated that place.  I used to hide in the bathroom and cry and swear I would quit that same night, but never did for some stupid reason (oh yeah, I needed money!).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back in college, I used to pull the &#8220;I have to study for a test&#8221; way too many times.  I worked for an on-campus place used to college students, so they were usually very understanding about it.  I had so many fake tests one semester than I could have crammed my entire major&#8217;s curriculum right there, if only they had been, you know, REAL TESTS.  I hated that place.  I used to hide in the bathroom and cry and swear I would quit that same night, but never did for some stupid reason (oh yeah, I needed money!).</p>
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		<title>By: CaraBee</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1654</link>
		<dc:creator>CaraBee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 04:04:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The only job I ever quit without giving notice and being all respectable about it was a telemarketing thing I did in high school.  It was awful, the people you called yelled at you all the time.  Which is why I am now quite nice to telemarketers, within reason anyway.  But after one too many shifts that ended with me crying in the bathroom, I walked into the office and faked laryngitis.  Lame, I know, but it was all I could think of at 16.

CaraBees last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://landofbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/travel-tales-part-1-flying-with-baby.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Travel Tales: Part 1 - Flying with Baby&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The only job I ever quit without giving notice and being all respectable about it was a telemarketing thing I did in high school.  It was awful, the people you called yelled at you all the time.  Which is why I am now quite nice to telemarketers, within reason anyway.  But after one too many shifts that ended with me crying in the bathroom, I walked into the office and faked laryngitis.  Lame, I know, but it was all I could think of at 16.</p>
<p>CaraBees last blog post..<a href="http://landofbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/travel-tales-part-1-flying-with-baby.html" >Travel Tales: Part 1 &#8211; Flying with Baby</a></p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:19:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You got to love us gorgeous girls from Arkansas!  Except this one is apparently a sicko.  It never occurred to me to have a sick relative need me in another state.  I told them my best friend had committed suicide.  What the hell is wrong with me???

Susans last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://stopcallingmethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/oklahoma-makes-me-horny.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Oklahoma Makes Me Horny&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You got to love us gorgeous girls from Arkansas!  Except this one is apparently a sicko.  It never occurred to me to have a sick relative need me in another state.  I told them my best friend had committed suicide.  What the hell is wrong with me???</p>
<p>Susans last blog post..<a href="http://stopcallingmethat.blogspot.com/2008/08/oklahoma-makes-me-horny.html" >Oklahoma Makes Me Horny</a></p>
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		<title>By: Anissa@Hope4Peyton</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1652</link>
		<dc:creator>Anissa@Hope4Peyton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 19:35:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have had jury duty so many times that I qualify as a Supreme Court Justice now.

Anissa@Hope4Peytons last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Hope4peyton/~3/356017393/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Acknowledging fears&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have had jury duty so many times that I qualify as a Supreme Court Justice now.</p>
<p>Anissa@Hope4Peytons last blog post..<a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Hope4peyton/~3/356017393/" >Acknowledging fears</a></p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for children</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 18:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hated my job as a waitress at Amarillo Grill.  I lied that my grandpa needed me as a caregiver in Kansas.  I lived in Missouri.

My boss caught me the very next day working at a different restaurant.  I lied again and said that he didn&#039;t need me until the next day.

I got caught again the next week.

Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for childrens last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/08/05/how-to-murder-a-fly-a-tutorial/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;How to murder a fly.  A tutorial.&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hated my job as a waitress at Amarillo Grill.  I lied that my grandpa needed me as a caregiver in Kansas.  I lived in Missouri.</p>
<p>My boss caught me the very next day working at a different restaurant.  I lied again and said that he didn&#8217;t need me until the next day.</p>
<p>I got caught again the next week.</p>
<p>Jennifer, Playgroups are no place for childrens last blog post..<a href="http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/08/05/how-to-murder-a-fly-a-tutorial/" >How to murder a fly.  A tutorial.</a></p>
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		<title>By: Danes</title>
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		<dc:creator>Danes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:42:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, not really a job, but I wore a full leg brace to jury duty because I&#039;d lost my parking pass and was worried they wouldn&#039;t let me in. I figured, &quot;eh, why not? It&#039;s one day.&quot; And then I got put on a jury and had to traipse around downtown L.A. every day for a week with it on, telling everyone I&#039;d had a &#039;tennis accident&#039; with my husband.......karma&#039;s a bitch, I&#039;m waiting for the REAL accident to happen.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, not really a job, but I wore a full leg brace to jury duty because I&#8217;d lost my parking pass and was worried they wouldn&#8217;t let me in. I figured, &#8220;eh, why not? It&#8217;s one day.&#8221; And then I got put on a jury and had to traipse around downtown L.A. every day for a week with it on, telling everyone I&#8217;d had a &#8216;tennis accident&#8217; with my husband&#8230;&#8230;.karma&#8217;s a bitch, I&#8217;m waiting for the REAL accident to happen.</p>
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		<title>By: Andrea's Sweet Life</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1649</link>
		<dc:creator>Andrea's Sweet Life</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:36:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I told my boss that I got offered a kick-ass job paying twice the money, working half the time and just couldn&#039;t turn it down.

In reality, I just couldn&#039;t handle all the creditors and clients calling and bitching me out because my boss didn&#039;t follow through with anything I had set up.  The place went bankrupt two years later!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I told my boss that I got offered a kick-ass job paying twice the money, working half the time and just couldn&#8217;t turn it down.</p>
<p>In reality, I just couldn&#8217;t handle all the creditors and clients calling and bitching me out because my boss didn&#8217;t follow through with anything I had set up.  The place went bankrupt two years later!</p>
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		<title>By: Becky</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1648</link>
		<dc:creator>Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:23:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve quit many a job, although not so interestingly. Mainly, I just stop going. Because I don&#039;t want to go anymore.

Want to hire me?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve quit many a job, although not so interestingly. Mainly, I just stop going. Because I don&#8217;t want to go anymore.</p>
<p>Want to hire me?</p>
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		<title>By: Bailey</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/08/tell-me-lies-tell-me-sweet-little-lies/comment-page-1/#comment-1647</link>
		<dc:creator>Bailey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:02:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I still feel horrible about it but to quit a hostess job I said my dad was really sick (heart problem) and I had to fly to CT where he lives. I didn&#039;t know when I would be coming back so I felt I should leave the position and I would call when I got back. Needless to say, I never called. A couple weeks after I ran into one of the bartenders who asked how my dad was. I said he was feeling much better and that I had just gotten back into town the night before.

Baileys last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://bailey-imjustsaying.blogspot.com/2008/08/crib-saga.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Crib Saga&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I still feel horrible about it but to quit a hostess job I said my dad was really sick (heart problem) and I had to fly to CT where he lives. I didn&#8217;t know when I would be coming back so I felt I should leave the position and I would call when I got back. Needless to say, I never called. A couple weeks after I ran into one of the bartenders who asked how my dad was. I said he was feeling much better and that I had just gotten back into town the night before.</p>
<p>Baileys last blog post..<a href="http://bailey-imjustsaying.blogspot.com/2008/08/crib-saga.html" >Crib Saga</a></p>
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		<title>By: zeghsy</title>
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		<dc:creator>zeghsy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 15:34:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i hated a job so much, it literally made me sick. i lost my voice and everything. i worked that job two days. it was teh suck.

zeghsys last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://zeghsy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sucky.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;sucky...&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i hated a job so much, it literally made me sick. i lost my voice and everything. i worked that job two days. it was teh suck.</p>
<p>zeghsys last blog post..<a href="http://zeghsy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sucky.html" >sucky&#8230;</a></p>
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