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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