Apr 302014
Some day I’d like to work in an office where the break room is an actual room, rather than a corner off a hall where they stuck a table and some chairs. Then I could have lunch without getting comments about it from co-workers passing back and forth.
“Lunchtime already?”
“Smells good!”
“Hungry girl.”
Yeah, yeah, just STFU and let me eat my goddamn stew.
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