A little over a month ago my job was sold out from under me to contractors. The only thing I miss is the quesadilla place across the street from the office, today I'm streaming myself having fun and shoveling caffeine for 16 hours because the Hairballs have my back
I must endeavor to become someone that never has outbursts so that I may stop adding to the pile of memories that keep me up at night because I'm cringing into oblivion
Bringing a margarita back on site with me while on the clock is no longer a guilty pleasure. I just deserve it
My company's system for employee emails is "FirstInitial [email protected]" and I just entered someone in as "cajones" because we already have a "cjones" and sent off the credentials to the supervisor
Waiting for the call from admin
I have recently been informed about ostrich eggs. I'm looking into it
Replying to @TheRealRemmu
I'm just saying right imagine if we had massive fantastical beasts the laid massive eggs? You could cook it whole and eat out from the shell like the thing is the world's biggest breakfast bowl. The only problem would be uh... How do we procure the egg?
Punched "x" into the address bar before hitting enter because I didn't feel like typing out "twitt" to get around the "Twitch" autocomplete and immediately felt part of my soul die
Did QRF for a match on Nuclear Option for post-work decompression. On my last sortie a radar missile kills a engine+fan on my Ibis but I limped her home and get mission success the moment I touchdown
'ate Revoker
'ate ARH
'ate SARH
love muh rotor-wing
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