Help! I'm trapped in a cubicle. There are former frat boys all around me. I'm being forced to wear constrictive, form-fitting clothing made from synthetic fabrics. It's so cold, here.
Can't...reach...my...webmail. Firewalls surround me. Sleep deprivation, no showers, I don't know how long I'll last.


Alicia said…
Welcome to Corporate America.

The ex-frat boys at my company actually have keggers at least once a month. They're in their 30s.

I am not allowed to wear sandals to work nor shoes that make "flip flop" sounds. It actually says that in the dress code.