...that has to be held back while Jack is sick in the grass.
On with Mr. Palahnhuik's warm and squishy plastic bubble that protects us from the mail room. If the 'lead' from mail room is given an award for her 'positive attitude' and you're response is to clap really loudly to cover the sound of a cell phone in your back pocket making your butt vibrate as your favorite dummy banker makes funny of you for having to go to said meeting... go immediately to the corner market and buy a box of wine, do not pass go and do not collect $200.
... and run lest any of your co-workers think you are willing to share.
If among said team lead's compliments is that she makes sure the mail room has all of the supplies that it needs... but they only have them because this girl spends about an hour figuring out what we are allowed to purchase THIS week and what will have to wait until NEXT week and deals with 11 billion people asking for sh*t EVERYDAY... calmly, politely, and discreetly edge her into the fire stairs with out her badge on a random floor (like 4) to make her walk all the way down or all the way up to get to a door that requires no badge... do it on a Friday (like possibly today) and grab your keys and run.
Monday, pretend like you don't know what she is talking about (and bring her a muffin).
also... this is my existence. it is the world I live in. It sums it up so nicely it makes me cry.
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