Thursday, April 12, 2007
My Heart and Soul
K. and I are now sharing a cubicle. It seemed like the logical next step, as we are so like-minded in our working habits. Our research is going extremely well; I wouldn’t be surprised if we were promoted to positions of higher authority within the company. Though I normally don’t put my heart and soul into mere “day jobs,” K. has made me reconsider this policy. I feel a sense of joy simply being near her.
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Janet told me about your idiotic little blog. Listen, just because you bought me a pack of French Onion Sunchips and a can of Hawaiian Punch from the vending machine next door doesn’t mean we are romantically involved. Are you smoking crack? And there is no “research,” there’s only eight-fucking-hours of data entry every single day. Oh, AND just because you scooted my desk up against yours doesn’t mean we’re “sharing a cubicle.” It means you’ve invaded my personal space, you creep. I’m asking for a transfer to Accounts Payable.
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