I use my boss’s office as a fart room when she steps out. PGPowerMove.
I have a habit of moving to other countries because of a paticularly bad couple of Sunday Scaries, which as it turns out only magnify overseas, but I'll later get to be *that* girl who causally drops the "living abroad" line, and I'm looking forward to being even more insufferable than I already am. Like any 20-something (and I am clinging to that demographic for dear life) I enjoy Netflix, pizza, eggs benny, and making my life appear more glamorous than it is via Instagram while living the champagne-taste-but-beer-budget life. My life's goals are to one day be considered of as "office hot" and to have an infinity pool.