At 11:22 every morning, one of my coworkers creeps into the kitchen and slips one of those frozen macaroni and cheese dinners into the microwave.
Is there more snow in the forecast? I hope the worst is over because I have lower back pain from shoveling and I’m starting to slouch so much I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Throughout my career, I’ve had the utmost respect for people with the technical skills to perform vital functions in the office environment.
Recently, one of my coworkers came back from his annual physical and looked at me in dismay while confessing, “I have high blood pressure. I’m stressed out at 24.”