Thursday, January 20, 2005
· posted at 6:31 PM
I always feel torn when the bigwigs come into town. On the one hand, there's always leftover catered lunches and continental breakfasts, and I have an excuse to shut the door due to all the commotion going on outside. On the other hand, I still have to look professional when walking through the halls, and even when hiding in my office I can hear the grand tour go by and someone explaining why my office is one of the few unadorned with multiple degrees.
Oh well, I guess I'll just cry into my cheese danish.
Oh well, I guess I'll just cry into my cheese danish.
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