Today was hot and so everyone at work was in a bad mood. My coworker who will remain unnamed pops in, sits down and we both start to commiserate about being young and fabulous...and broke, stuck paying our dues and living out our twenties as slaves to "the man." I remember when I was an idealist in college and thought money didn't matter, only that you felt fulfilled in your chosen profession and then everything would be rosy. Ha!
Hmph. Think I will go eat some ice cream.
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