I’ve gotta get outta here…
I've gotta get outta here... I feel a storm brewing. Apparently, it is my Director's birthday today (as revealed by the obviously loud, yet supposed-to-be-secret hussle bussle of card signing going on in adjacent offices). This can only mean one thing: corporate conference room cake day. Fuck. I am having visions of that scene from Office Space where Bill Lumbergh is rambling to this room of utterly silent worker bees. Everyone gets cake but Milton Waddams. Riiiight. Mmmmn kaay. Maybe I can avoid it all. I don't like cake anyway. I'm feeling sick... yeah, that's it... sick. Looks like it's time to steal the fax macine, grab Dwayne and Joe, and head for the field... like I said, I gotta get outta here.
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