June 25th, 2009
I think my biggest gripe with corporate America is not the eye-clawing desire for money, or the obnoxious sense of entitlement, or even the intense eye strain. My biggest gripe is the DAMN AIR CONDITIONING SITUATION.
I swear that every office tower in this city is engineered to quell uprisings via loss of digits: “Can’t fight the man without your pinkies, bitchesssss!”
In related news, I am freaking freezing.