Don't bother me

Today I was actually being productive. Like, truly productive—not just rearranging desktop icons and calling it “organizing.” But just as I hit my stride, a coworker tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I had a stapler. A stapler. And just like that, my moment of glory vanished into office air-conditioning.

Sigh. Maybe tomorrow.

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