Some bastard keeps eating all the mini boxes of Corn Pops before I can eat them.

And that, my friends, is my biggest problem at work.

Well, that isn�t entirely true. There weren�t any poppy seed bagels when I wanted one yesterday, And they could keep more Sprite in the fridge. Also, if they moved the office, and made my commute five minutes instead of ten, I�d be really appreciative.

Every time I walk through the office and glance at someone�s desk, they�re either writing an email or chatting away on instant messenger. It�s hard not to get sucked in and let your work go. I guess that the best thing about that is that it�s so loose here, that you eventually get sick of fucking around and you figure you better work for a while.

I got an apology from a friend who was acting weird. It�ll be interesting to see how this plays out.

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