My clone sure does enjoy doing morning stretches. “Love doing my straaatches!” she tells me. She pronounces the word “stretch”, “stratch” with an elongated “a”. “Gotta do my straaatches!” It is embarrassing. What will co-workers think of her alternative body moves when they walk by? My neck hurts from crooked sleep. I could use a […]
She won’t stop talking!
I promise it is not photoshopped. I had to run down the hall to the bathroom after this photo because the bubble gum popped and got in my eyelashes.
My cubicle-mate is still shy. And still loves Photobooth. She would not even say “hi” to our co-worker Helen who said “hi” to her first. It was rude. I was embarrassed on her behalf. Don’t take it personally Helen. Who hired this chick?