seems like working for the queen isn’t all that bad. after extensive credit checks and countless hours of doing pretty much nothing at all, you get rewarded with casual Fridays. this, mesdames et messieurs, means that today i am wearing jeans and taking part in my first ever casual Friday.
this is like, totally, a real bureaucracy.
and i can’t help but think that perhaps, after all, i haven’t sold my soul to the queen. perhaps i have sold my soul out to something far more somber… all for a small price, really.