Most of the people I work with are surprised when they find out how young I am. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that view, so I'm really putting an effort into refraining from doing the following:
-Run down the aisle squealing "It's my birthday on Sunday! It's my birthday on Sunday!"
-Pirouette in front of random colleague's cubicle.
-Resume running and squealing.
Rhymin' Wreckers - What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems? Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER. *Work anniversary Head of the class A lousy coffee c...