I think I might be in 8th grade

Two days back from vacation and I would do pretty much anything to go back.

My co-worker is being secretive and weird. I’m pretty sure she and our boss maybe spent 15 minutes together last week while I was gone. Apparently, I’m the glue. Who knew.

The co-worker bought a car (used) but she doesn’t want our boss to know she bought it (no idea). Today as I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed the new car was over in the other part of the lot. Hiding. Poor car is caught in some 8th grade drama.

My boss was offered a job at a crazy significant decrease in pay and hasn’t told my co-worker. See? It’s all about the 8th grade.

Today, I worked like a fiend and now have a headache. I used to get headaches in junior high too. Wonder if there’s a connection.

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