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The least frustrating conversation I had with anyone at the office today was when I had to explain to a man my age, with an MBA, what a college transcript was.

Around lunchtime I kept wondering why I was so cranky, and it turns out I'm cranky because everyone around me has entered into some kind of conspiracy to convince me that I definitely want to change jobs. Either that or they're putting Stupid Extract in the water, like in that Stephen King short story, and I'm just immune.

OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY YOU KNOW WHERE YOU DON'T GET TO HOLD A CONVERSATION ABOUT BUYING A HOUSE? MY DESK. GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I SET YOU ON FIRE.

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It has been a terrible day. EVERYONE NEEDS A PUPPY.

Origami Club says this is a bulldog, but it looks more like a coyote had fun with a beagle if you ask me.