So, I have a job, and it is pretty great. I AM NOT JUST SAYING THIS BECAUSE MY CO-WORKERS READ MY BLOG. It is actually great. It’s interesting, and challenging, and a lot of times there are pretzel M&Ms, which, in case you have not tried them, are maybe the most wonderful candy every invented, and frankly I cannot even begin to comprehend why it took so long for them to be a thing. IT IS PRETZEL AND CHOCOLATE IN A CONVENIENT MELT-IN-YOUR-MOUTH-NOT-IN-YOUR-HAND PACKAGE!
Okay. But this blog entry is not about pretzel M&Ms.
So, because of the greatness, and because of the M&Ms, it is totally worth driving 40 miles each way to get to work. And then, on top of those things, it turns out that my co-workers happen to be awesome. We eat lunch together every day, and it is not an unusual occurrence for me to have to remove my glasses because I am crying with laughter. Also, one time I talked about coke nails and I didn’t even get fired!
Anyway, here is a conversation that we had today.
Me: My brother saw a DEAD DOG on the side of the road today! I told him he should move back from Seattle, because that doesn’t happen in Massachusetts.
Co-worker #1: Is he sure it was a DOG?
Co-worker #2: Maybe it was a coyote.
Me: No, it was a dog.
Co-worker #1: Could it have been a fox?
Me: No! It was a dog!
Co-worker #3: Perhaps it was a wombat.
Me: GUYS WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP ARGUING WITH ME IT WAS DEFINITELY A DOG AND HE SHOULD MOVE BACK FROM SEATTLE.
Everyone: [awkward silence]
Co-worker #4: Once I saw a grizzly bear and thought it was a gorilla.