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I'm at my "Day Job" right now.
I sit at a computer, just behind the office kitchen, and I drink a lot of coffee.
Normal people frighten me.
...I am often frightened here.
Animaiton studios are not suppost to run like accounting firms.
Some accountants are in the kitchen, discussing at length, how to work the microwave.
One girl is telling the same story over and over, very loudly, about how her friend gave away some concert tickets and how angry she is and how angry she is and how angry she is and how angry she is... She says she's having an anxiety attack.
As new as I am here, and as negative a first impression as this post will be, I've decided that today this forum is my only real outlet for my frustration, lest I bean this girl in the eye with the rotten banana that sits on my computer (I love that banana. I found it in the office fridge once. It's black and it feels like leather. I don't know how old it is.)
So, may I?
...ahem...
SUCK IT UP AND DEAL, PRINCESS!!!#$
Thank you.
Going a little nutty in my cubicle,
Rachel C. Peters
(actually, I don't really have a cubicle. I'm sort of in the hallway.)
sigh ...sorry for the downer. I'll make up for it with a silly smily:
I sit at a computer, just behind the office kitchen, and I drink a lot of coffee.
Normal people frighten me.
...I am often frightened here.
Animaiton studios are not suppost to run like accounting firms.
Some accountants are in the kitchen, discussing at length, how to work the microwave.
One girl is telling the same story over and over, very loudly, about how her friend gave away some concert tickets and how angry she is and how angry she is and how angry she is and how angry she is... She says she's having an anxiety attack.
As new as I am here, and as negative a first impression as this post will be, I've decided that today this forum is my only real outlet for my frustration, lest I bean this girl in the eye with the rotten banana that sits on my computer (I love that banana. I found it in the office fridge once. It's black and it feels like leather. I don't know how old it is.)
So, may I?
...ahem...
SUCK IT UP AND DEAL, PRINCESS!!!#$
Thank you.
Going a little nutty in my cubicle,
Rachel C. Peters
(actually, I don't really have a cubicle. I'm sort of in the hallway.)
sigh ...sorry for the downer. I'll make up for it with a silly smily:
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