Believe it.
Just like all good things must come to an end, all shitty things come to an end too.
In celebration of never working at Y** again:
a car got post-it’ed
It was revealed that it was no hallucination, someone has been eating all of your frozen food:
you bet your ass it was
And then in an effort to ensure that no beauty is in this office my co-worker and I decided to steal the Cezanne prints from the corporate side of the office. (They might not be a reproduction of Cezanne prints, fuck it).
Only to get caught by a grumpy man that’ll still have a job come Monday.
So we did what anyone would do:
classing up the loo
The infamous toilet from this
And then a fellow co-worker stole a chair.
Also, I kept the artwork.
Thanks for the blog fodder, job, see you around.
You life is not so great 