I was at work, packing up my stuff. I was getting ready to leave the desk, and yes...I was talking to myself. It wasn't really subtle, either. I was making faces at the imaginary second party in my imaginary conversation. And just as I was doing so, Dr. Distasi walked by.
Yep. That's my boss.
He was very gentlemanly and pretended not to notice. But liberal arts majors of the future, I'm sorry. You won't be getting a job at the TLC. I think Dr. Distasi is regretting this latest decision.
ajr
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