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So my boss told me last week that the CEO of our company wanted to hire a soft-core porn actress here last year when they were hiring for my position.

The best part? He didn't have anyone specific in mind. It wasn't like:

CEO: I think we should hire Sugar McMount.

Greg*: Sugar McMount? Wasn't she a soft-core actress there for a while?

CEO: Yes, but she's got sales experience, and a great resume. I think having someone of that calibur in the booth at the markets would be a great asset for drawing in new clients.

Greg: Okay, well let's set up an interview.

No. No, it was for this reason (and I wish I was kidding):

CEO: I think we should hire Sugar McMount.

Greg: Sugar McMount? Wasn't she a soft-core actress there for a while?

CEO: Yes, but she's got movie experience and a great rack. I think having a bimbo with big tits standing in the booth at all the markets could really draw in some new clients. She's got great assets. Heh, heh.

Greg: Okay... Well... Let's set up an interview?

CEO: Yes, definately. But if we can't get her, let's try Dusty Rhode or that Hooter's girl that waited on me last week.

Greg: M'kay.

And I went to my interview wearing a tasteful suit instead of a mini-skirt and a push-up bra. What the hell was *I* thinking?

*--Again, names were changed to protect the man that's actively trying to save my career**.

**--If I had a career.