Just call me Milton Waddams. In two months I've had five desks with two permanent moves. Big Boss jokes that I'll be moving again next week. No big deal because we're already in the basement. But, we'll have a real problem if a certain someone takes my stapler. You know who has already told on me multiple times because she has her eyes specifically on my stapler.
The stapler in question.
Let's celebrate the small things. I'm moving up in the world. I've got my own cubicle with a door. Here's the new work digs.
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