Muffin top. Spare tire. Sausage roll. Sometimes, when I’m sitting at my desk working, I can actually feel myself getting fatter. I can see my gut growing in slow motion. Laughing at me. Mocking me. Taunting me like a rabid monkey. I hate you desk job. I hate you and your fat-inducing ways. I hate [...]
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I always hate it when the boss comes in to observe you working. I mean c’mon…I’m there, I’m getting it done, I’m doing a good job. But when the boss comes in and starts looking over your shoulder or stands at the back of the room and observes, it’s a little nerve racking. You start [...]
The best way is the sneaky way. Once upon a time, in a faraway distant land we like to call high school, I sat at a desk in an American History class. But this wasn’t just any desk, oh no. This wasn’t some crude plastic chair that was bolted to one square foot of particle [...]