While I would generally never update twice in the same week, something so magical has happened that it warranted the effort to type.
Like a phoenix rising from bitchy ashes, more passive aggressive notes have flown into the break room.
let me fill the break room with my suck!
It’s honestly better than I could ever wish for:
RAR RAR RAR WRATH WRATH WRATH. “I’m going to write this instead of a nice note that says ‘please don’t eat my food, I’m broke and doing so is silly'” RAR RAR RAR
I feel this person’s pain. So I wrote a note in solidarity (or in sarcasm). I think it speaks for itself:
Only when it feeds upon the blood of the innocent will the refrigerator monster leave us alone!
Together. In perfect unity.
Every single day I promise to eat lunch at my office like a normal office drone that brown paper bags it. In an effort to not grow to the size of a planet with my advancing age, in my imagination those lunches are always ridiculously healthy: beet salads and the like.
that right there is a bagel with cream cheese topped with Cheez Its
But I just have such a hard time keeping promises to myself. Maybe I’ll just start going to the gym instead?