'Hey' Tiny says nudging her friend and giggling. 'You going for donuts?' Nudge. Nudge. 'Or the dollar store?' Nudge. Giggle. Nudge. No, this isn't Junior High or even Elementary school. This is the Big Green. My workplace. Multi-Billion, World Wide Corporation. 'Sure' I reply, 'Isn't that what I do?' I'm met with unsurprisingly blank stares. 'Didn't she get that I was making fun of her?' Tiny continues braying as I leave.
To quote the immortal Charlie Brown, Good Grief.
I work incredibly hard at my job, which, for the most part probably doesn't make much difference, but I enjoy it and am capable of deriving a certain amount of pleasure from it. So I keep it up, day after day, year after year. But, really. Really? Do I really have to do the time warp? I was twelve once, and it was enough.
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