...and this is how i felt today. it was a mad house, dare i say jungle at work today. we had inmates come move us, (thanks state of nj for being concerned about our safety), people were scoping out their new digs, and our director was yelling at everyone to stay in their cubes because we wouldn't want to be around "those" people anyway. absolute chaos. i was trying to be helpful. my computer was being moved into my new office, that's right...cube to an office (it's only temporary), so i decided to move the antiquated desk to a new position in said office. so, i gently, very gently, picked up one corner to slide it to it's new position...bam! leg broke, computers falling, IT people screaming,and me feeling like a 5 year old who was just waiting for her parents to find out she's just cut her own hair in the closet. luckily it was old and everyone was glad to see it go. we got a new desk in the office pretty quickly and now i'm all set up.thankfully, my chair is not a stool attached to my desk. that would be some sort of punishment.
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Stop this nonsense now. That desk rules and you'd better be happy if you did have an attched stool....then someone couldn't take it.
But back to the inmates...did you not feel at home with them?
I did feel a strange kinship with them...
Prison bonds can't be broken
you'd def need hair extentions to pull that picture off tho....
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