It was okay babe. I went in two hours late because I only got one hour's sleep last night, and I didn't think I'd make it through a full day.
I was up all night working on my Willem Dafoe PowerPoint. 67 slides long! Madness.
Then at work my boss didn't show up (yet again) so I couldn't give him my two weeks notice, so I told this other guy instead who technically isn't my boss but frightens me all the same.
My work buddy Ken seemed a bit disappointed over my planned departure. He kept saying that he wanted to quit too. We always get off work at the same time on Tuesdays and I always think he's going to "put the moves on me" so to speak when we're walking out to our cars. Tonight was awkward because I don't enjoy these sort of situations so I was just like WELL, SEE YA LATER when he lingered at my car for a bit too long.
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