My life of quiet desperation…
I "borrowed" four quarters from a co-worker pregnant with twins who is currently in the hospital on bed-rest so I could get my caffeine fix for the day.
I was so hungry that I resorted to eating pastries that I brought back from a meeting with the Ritz two days earlier.
I have entered a pretend reality where I turn to an imaginary camera crew with a disdainful smile or knowing look as though we are being filmed for "The Office" to maintain a sense of sanity in my daily interactions with my coworkers.
