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Aug 8
"You’ve quit every single day that you’ve worked here." 
"But I always come back!"
WATCH EPISODE 14 >

"You’ve quit every single day that you’ve worked here." 

"But I always come back!"

WATCH EPISODE 14 >


Aug 7
"Damn, why my cast look so good"
The answer was: we had make-up on set that day.
Meme courtesy theoldroad

"Damn, why my cast look so good"

The answer was: we had make-up on set that day.

Meme courtesy theoldroad


Aug 6
"SRSLY? YAH SRSLY"

"SRSLY? YAH SRSLY"


Aug 5

Post

Feminism

"Ugh, I can never remember if the Chariot is good or not."

"Oh the Chariot is like rah rah woman champion, second wave feminism, etcetera etcetera."

"What wave feminism are we on now?"

"None. We’re post."


Jul 31
Team meeting. It’s best to avoid eye contact.

Team meeting. It’s best to avoid eye contact.


Jul 29
"Serenity now; insanity later."

"Serenity now; insanity later."


Jul 24
"It’s not the pervasive aura of despair, the shitty pay, or the futility of the work itself. It’s the little things."

"It’s not the pervasive aura of despair, the shitty pay, or the futility of the work itself. It’s the little things."


Jul 23
"You think I’m at the office but I’m actually in Westeros, thinking about Game of Thrones." 
RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINESOF MY LIFE

"You think I’m at the office but I’m actually in Westeros, thinking about Game of Thrones." 

RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
OF MY LIFE


Jul 22
My face when: people tell me, “I’ve only watched like the first two or three episodes of BLOGJOB.”
TOO REAL

My face when: people tell me, “I’ve only watched like the first two or three episodes of BLOGJOB.”

TOO REAL


Jul 9
"Under the cover of fluourescence and death, I grip the white hot chalice of power, augur of reckoning. My name is the nameless. You shall know me by the not-sign, the empty cup, the closed word. Shudder, for I am your tears gone cold."

"Under the cover of fluourescence and death, I grip the white hot chalice of power, augur of reckoning. My name is the nameless. You shall know me by the not-sign, the empty cup, the closed word. Shudder, for I am your tears gone cold."


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