Yeah, so, this afternoon I went to visit my sister at her new gig and grab some lunch.
She is the property manager for a huge, fancy office building in Oakland. She has a sixth floor office with a view of Lake Merritt. Everything is all clean and nice.
Meanwhile, I work in a cube with a view of my coworker Paul, who has hung up a drawing of me looking like a grumpy bitch. When I leave our building I have to make sure I don’t breathe in too deeply because there is a constant swarm of flies buzzing around our front door and I don’t want to accidentally swallow one.
Also, there is some sort of waste management facility nearby, so when I walk to my car I get to enjoy this really wonderful smell.
And I believe someone took my stapler.
Have a good weekend, folks!