And counting. My coworkers today decided it would be HILARIOUS to take a photo of surprised Gia and to make it a background photo to a company computer with a self-made moustache. I give them props because I STILL look fierce.
I stood in front of the vending machine, walking down from the third to first floor, wanting hot tamales but deciding against it because that would mean more running to rid of those calories. I walked back up the stairs triumphant. Can't wait to go back to the big city a thin bitch.
Work is almost done. 3 more grueling hours to go. I love my coworkers but I hate my job.
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