I'm having one of those days where I keep loudly demanding to know if I'm on Candid Cubicle Camera.
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I keep loudly demanding to know if I'm on Candid Cubicle Camera.
Somehow, when you say cubicle, it makes it seem like a disease. With festering.
IV antibiotics for shrift, stat!
Candid Cubicle Camera.
If that is the case, I hope they leave the cameras rolling for the ensuing carnage.
I'd watch that every Christmas.
If only it was that easy. I fear the strain is resistant.
t resisting the urge to say "why four?"
I'm eating a biblical tortilla. I recommend against it. Kinda chewy.
I'm pretty sure there was a rat in my office last night. There were empty chocolate milk cartons in the trash, and this morning they have been ripped to absolute shreds, and strewn about the entire office.
The guy that I called just came in and set up four or five snap traps. I am so creeped out right now. I HATE mice/rats. HATE. They're a phobia of mine, like some people don't do heights, or whatever. I really, really, really hate them, and I want to go home. I am not focusing. I am not working. I am sitting on my chair with my feet up, feeling my skin crawl.
I don't know what to do. Maybe I should just leave, even though I really need the hours. Darn it.
Ack. God. I am so creeped out right now.
Oh crap, Alibelle. How totally nasty.
Is there another office you could borrow Ali?
That's rough, Alibelle. Bad enough if you don't have a phobia about them. Can you keep yourself really busy?
I got BK I got BK. am happy. am so easy.