Sitting here in the cubicle I share with an intern, I am sipping on, quite possibly, the crappiest cup of coffee I have ever had. It's 11:10 AM and its cup numero 3.
I'm on edge and I'm not sure if it's the coffee or the irritating caller who can't figure out the difference between clicking a URL or Google. What kills me is this person has credentials. And she doesn't understand, in her thick, southern accent. Sipping my coffee, I shudder.
I have nicknamed the office coffee "Espresso Mud." A coworker thinks I am funny.
I am typing diligently. Another coworker thinks I am a hard worker.
I complain about my job, and, a friend tells me I should quit.
I click my heals three times, close my eyes, and repeat "this cannot be my life, this cannot be my life, this cannot be my life."
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