Today I came strutting in 20 minutes late, latte in hand and iPod blaring. Yes, it's my last day at the cesspool.
I have two weeks off before I start at the new job, so I'm looking forward to a little r&r after today's adios party tequila fiesta (despite hating this job, I adore my coworkers).
I’m consistently at least 20 minutes late to work. And, congrats on the new job.
Me too. I have an aversion to being on time. And today I hate my job, so
FIGHT THE POWER, BABY!