I would like to have this in poster size please.
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Me: Good to know you would die for asparagus, Manager. Priorities.
Manager: Well, not literally…
Me: So that salad was good then? Excellent.
These are the types of conversations you are forced to have when you share a common workspace.
There is a man in my office who INSISTS on wearing a keyring with roughly 2,578 keys on it. He jangles about the office and it sounds like the freaking ghost of Christmas past is CONSTANTLY haunting me. I find myself looking around nervously for a spirit with a distinguished jaw and a top hat. Instead, it’s Mr. Jangles. What The Feeney people! WTF.
I am pleased to say that I do, in fact, own 9 out of 10 of these items. Feeling less like an imposter and more like a real adult everyday! However, I do not agree that skinny jeans to the mid-calf count as necessary work attire. I feel those are better left in my CBGB days, standing out there on Bowery, dirty air blowing in my face, trying my best to look cool for the homeless.
Ah..memories.
I am SO swamped at work today but my first order of business was getting Charlie to pose for Star Wars Day. Mission accomplished. Now I’m off to read my vague and cryptic yahoo! horoscope.
I just bought my tickets for the Summerland tour featuring Everclear, Lit, Sugar Ray, Gin Blossoms and Marcy Playground.
Time to be 15 again! Wee!