Can’t live with ’em, can’t work with ’em.

One bad thing about working with so many boys is that, approximately one out of every three times I walk into the bathroom, the toilet seat is up and the toilet paper roll is empty.

Also it smells like poo poo.

Lots of poo poo.

Oh, also this:

[Upon arriving at the office this morning]

Jillian: “Good morning, Coworker!”

Coworker: “Good morn — Wow! You look wide awake this morning! Haha! Your eyes are so puffy! Are you sick or something?”

Ha. Ha. Ha. I hate you.

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