I go to lunch as late as possible just so the day seems shorter. PGP.
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I go to lunch as late as possible just so the day seems shorter. PGP.
I work for a Fortune 500 Company. I'm a 30 year old with a wife that definitely settled, no kids, and a dad body with no intention of changing it. When I'm not working 60 hours a week, I'm grilling, traveling, participating in some activity involving firearms, or slowly turning into my father. You can find me somewhere in Texas, normally with-in sight of the booze.
I got moved to 11:30-12:30 lunch this week, I think this is what hell feels like.
What is this high school?
Shit, I wish it was high school again… Or college… Or that summer after college…
Much much worse
I dream of taking a time machine back to high school…