I'm there, they just can't see me. That's because I'm huddled under my desk, rocking back and forth, and silently weeping from being so fucking overwhelmed with work. It feels like the mature thing to do and I recommend it wholeheartedly. I thought about going to my car as an alternative, but it is hot and humid out there and so is the inside of my car. At $4 a gallon, I'd rather not waste my gas by blasting the air conditioning just so I can have a quiet cry. So under my desk it is.
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