White Collar Anguish

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The restaurant in our building is out of plain bagels. Gee, how the fuck am I supposed to get through my morning now? If I hear one more coal miner whining because it's really dark and claustrophobic and the air quality is horrid I'm gonna spit out my bottled water.
 
The restaurant in our building is out of plain bagels. Gee, how the fuck am I supposed to get through my morning now? If I hear one more coal miner whining because it's really dark and claustrophobic and the air quality is horrid I'm gonna spit out my bottled water.

Can I borrow 20 bucks?
 
The break room here as automatic sensor lights. Naturally, the sensors are in the middle of the room, so you need to walk half way through it before the lights turn on. There are no windows, so it is rather dark. As much as I fear walking into a table or chair (again), the moment I cross that invisible barrier and those lights click on, I feel like a White Collar God. Then I get some junk food and go back to miserable desk with the broken chair.
 
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