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| These are not mine, although that is an impressive collection. They actually come from here. |
On any given
workday around 1:45 p.m. my manager makes the rounds down to our cubes to check
and see if we need to make a last minute run to the cafeteria before they close
at 2. This “last call” is what generally
prompts the very unnecessary purchase of some kind of king size candy bar or some other such thing that I definitely don't need. Today, I got water. Not only am I trying to undo a little damage
brought on by one too many sandwiches (and candy bars apparently), but, water is good for you. Me. I
mean everyone.
Standing up,
my manager makes a comment about my being very tall today. As he looks at my shoes in one of those “how
does she walk in those things” looks, I say something about a summer in flip
flops making my feet wussies and it’s not that the shoes are hard to walk in,
my feet just don’t like anything touching the tops of them because they’ve
gotten used to flip flops.
