Saw an old friend this morning. It was nice.
Someone from the executive branch of our office came around to see if any of us were playing along with “Mismatch Day”. Those puppy eyes settled on my cubicle, but all I could offer was “I present a friendly facade, but I feel contempt for everyone.” WHY WON’T THEY PROMOTE ME?!?!?!?
Last night’s election was proof that people are ever so easily manipulated into following the brightest lights, the loudest noises, the shiniest hair, ultimately in direct opposition to what would actually make their own lives better. Congrats, you fucking ignorant cattle.