I am so freaking SICK of the hags that I work with! "How was your weekend? I see you didn't get hurt riding your mountain bicycle" Over and over and over, the same inane conversations every freaking monday. I scowl, ignore them. Nothing works... Do you just run out of things to say after 50?
Oh, and now the lemon tarts are being unveiled...today is gonna be very long...
Oh, and now the lemon tarts are being unveiled...today is gonna be very long...