Last week everyone in my building was forced to move into a new cubicle - it was kinda like one giant 4 story game of musical chairs. Now I’ve been adopted by my new location’s Debbie Downer.
Dear 60-something male Debbie Downer,
I don’t want to be your new friend. Back off.
Sincerely,
Mamalogues (who was told by her new manager that she really never has to work in the office ever.)
