the urban fervor

GPOY

GPOY.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

WOW, ERIN. FANCY MEETING YOU HERE. ROUGH NIGHT, HUH? COME ON, GET UP. THE TEAM-BUILDING SEMINAR IS IN AN HOUR. DON’T WANT TO MISS THAT.

PLEASE STOP TALKING.

PRESCOTT TOLKEIN? IS HE RELATED TO J.R.R. TOLKEIN, FAMOUS FANTASY AUTHOR? WILL HE BE AT THE SEMINAR?

… GO AWAY.

GET KUWAIT? WHERE IS IT? STILL BY IRAQ, I’D ASSUME. WHAT DO YOU WANT IT FOR?

WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?

WORCESTERSHIRE PROM GOWN? THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE, ERIN. YOU PROBABLY JUST NEED SOME TEAM-BUILDING TO CLEAR THE COBWEBS OUT OF THAT BRAIN OF YOURS.

YOU ARE THE WORST COWORKER I’VE EVER HAD. I MEAN THAT.

I MAY BE THE WELSH CO OWNER OF EDGAR’S HAND, ARMENIA, BUT YOU’RE STILL GOING TO BE LATE. GET UP. LET’S GET YOU SOME COFFEE.

I can’t even. GPOY.

I am Jack’s complete lack of ambition.

GPOHIFOW (gratuitous picture of how I feel on wednesdays)

forgetdecember127:

GPOY

GPOYW.