last.

so my last day at work was nice. i sat alone in the 6 person cubicle, read a manuscript about being a jewish single girl, researched the best-selling video game books, called the wonderful micro brewers of our nation (from juno, alaska to squareville [alright, that wasn't a place, but it was something like that], nevada), sprained my pinky (again) on the fuckin' shift button, and ate an egg sandwich.

but the best part of the day was this overheard conversation:

production dude a: it's like a sock
production lady: eww, on your ass?
production dude b: yeah, ass fuzz. it's fuckin' hot in the summer. men are hairy dudes.
production dude a: i mean, it's evolution or something, to keep our butts nice and toasty in winter, but it blows in the summer.
production lady: god, i'm so glad i'm not a guy.
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production lady: why is it so fuckin' quiet over here?



oh the workplace. i will miss it.


maybe not.