God I hate my job. I work at one of those companies where once a month you have to go to a meeting with this guy with no tie on who asks what your ‘success strategy’ is. Last time I told him, ‘to goof off whenever possible’. Of course it got back to the boss. So he asks me to work the weekend, Saturday and Sunday.
So I was here at the office, alone, when the shit hit the fan. So I’m still here all alone, with like a year’s worth of supplies. And they’re all zombie food. Strategy worked.
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