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Life, I can't figure out the point of it all. Each day I walk into work wearing a suit two sizes too small. For eight hours I am prisoner in a hysteria induced atmosphere. The slightest of nods around the coffee machine can mean the buzz around the office is I'm next to be fired. Why do I get the feeling everyone is looking at me. The snack machine is down to two cinnamon rolls and the maintenance guy knows it. Whenever I complain about it he shoots me a look. I stand there silently because I don't know what to say.
P.S. I'm overworked and under-appreciated.
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Posted by theqbicle
at 8:48 AM CST
Updated: Thursday, December 27, 2007 9:03 AM CST
