My life remains eternally more tragic than everyone else's because your photo host is blocked at my work. Once again, I am forced to wait until I get home to see the latest posties.
I must console myself with the ARB posties I printed out and stuck on my cube wall. It is a sad fact of life in the building where I work that no one will ever notice them. There's only four of us left in our suite designed to seat 34. Even though work at home privileges have been withdrawn for our entire department, only some teams have implemented it (mine being one of them, always a big hooray that we follow the rules, innit?). Therefore, today I am the only one here. Two of the other three are: working at home. The third is at our corporate office, preparing to be sucked into the vortex (in a couple more weeks, she will be there permanently).
So then there will be three. Me, my longtime friend who followed me to this company, and the antisocial assohole. Longtime friend has watched gay porn with me, therefore, some cheeky posties won't cause so much as an eyeblink. And the antisocial asshole is, well, an antisocial asshole. If he's here at all, he closes his door. If he comes by to say 'hello,' it is with all the authenticity of a politician the night before the big election. He's not actually LOOKING at me, let alone what's on my cube walls. He's probably just trying to figure out how he can have HIS office and MY cube (I only have three walls, the fourth one is nothing but windows, the view is quite nice, he can keep the stinking door, TYVM).
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I must console myself with the ARB posties I printed out and stuck on my cube wall. It is a sad fact of life in the building where I work that no one will ever notice them. There's only four of us left in our suite designed to seat 34. Even though work at home privileges have been withdrawn for our entire department, only some teams have implemented it (mine being one of them, always a big hooray that we follow the rules, innit?). Therefore, today I am the only one here. Two of the other three are: working at home. The third is at our corporate office, preparing to be sucked into the vortex (in a couple more weeks, she will be there permanently).
So then there will be three. Me, my longtime friend who followed me to this company, and the antisocial assohole. Longtime friend has watched gay porn with me, therefore, some cheeky posties won't cause so much as an eyeblink. And the antisocial asshole is, well, an antisocial asshole. If he's here at all, he closes his door. If he comes by to say 'hello,' it is with all the authenticity of a politician the night before the big election. He's not actually LOOKING at me, let alone what's on my cube walls. He's probably just trying to figure out how he can have HIS office and MY cube (I only have three walls, the fourth one is nothing but windows, the view is quite nice, he can keep the stinking door, TYVM).
So, um, hi!