Oh Em Gee my job is boring.
I can't take it anymore.
I even read an article the other day and Dr Oz said
it's worse for your health to be
bored than it is to be stressed.
I honeslty can't wait to get knocked up.
It's going to be my golden ticket!
I even read an article the other day and Dr Oz said
it's worse for your health to be
bored than it is to be stressed.
I honeslty can't wait to get knocked up.
It's going to be my golden ticket!
Obviously, my sanity is becoming more and more debatable. I'll give you a little rundown of what my job has been like lately.
About a month ago I took to cutting my split ends all day long. Kind of gross considering that my desk area had constant plethora of 1/2 inch hair pieces floating about, but it killed the time. It probably killed my eyesight too. Then I got a trim. Bye bye gross habit.
Yesterday I had the task of hauling a box, taller than I am, upstairs to our filing room.
The boy who sits by the stairs, (whose calves are twice as thick as my head) turned around, folded his arms, and intently watched me lug the box upstairs. He is a creeper and an absolute douche. I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating ways to kill him using only office supplies.
The boy who sits by the stairs, (whose calves are twice as thick as my head) turned around, folded his arms, and intently watched me lug the box upstairs. He is a creeper and an absolute douche. I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating ways to kill him using only office supplies.
Today when I went to the restroom I noticed my pee was a little too yellow.
So, I've been drinking lots of water and going to the bathroom frequently
to watch my urine change colors.
I heart clear pee.
I'll probably pee the bed tonight.
So, I've been drinking lots of water and going to the bathroom frequently
to watch my urine change colors.
I heart clear pee.
I'll probably pee the bed tonight.
Help me.
The end.
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