Currently I’m working a temp-to-perm job at a healthcare company now.  I work in a cubicle with a very nice African American woman named Tanya.  This job has inspired me to work hard to someday attain an office of my own.  Let me tell you why.

One of the perks of this job is free soda.  So now, for better or worse, I am drinking more soda than I ever have in my life.  I don’t even like soda that much, but it’s free so I’m obliged.  As a result, I’m filled with more gas than the bottom of the Caspian sea.  But now the question is, when do I fart?  The bathroom is one floor up.  I can’t keep walking upstairs every five seconds, I’d never get any work done!  Lately I’ve been trying to let it out in little increments that hopefully Tanya doesn’t hear.  But even if she does, who cares?  She’s not my supervisor.

I hope I get this job.  I’ll know in two weeks.  If I don’t get it, I’m going to let out the biggest fart of my life.  It’ll be so big I won’t even have to use to the elevator to exit the building, because I will have blasted myself out the window.

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