I'd Rather Be in Biloxi

So, I tried saving money on outrageous prescription costs by getting my "I'm in hotflash hell and it's not from vacationing in the tropics" medication from across the border, but it seems like La Pharmacia left out one of the most crucial ingredients..........."HORMONES"! I haven't had a good nights sleep in almost 2 weeks and I'm working on becoming Satan's offspring.

To make matters worse, I'm forced to spend the only hour I have to myself during the day reading my boss' latest blog that references characters who sound like they're straight out of a Martin Scorsese movie.

I wonder if this book was written about them?

I'm Certified

Having completed the necessary courses in occupying an inhumane cubicle and staying sane, having exercised my fingers to swiftly reap the benefits and optimize the functionality of the minimize button on my desktop, remembering to turn my radio up when the girl at the end of the cubicle conveyor belt has her "about last night" conversations with her boyfriend, diversifying my skills efficiently by using my employee manual as a coaster, totally convincing creepy, bad hair having, stalker guy I am on the phone when he stops by for dating advice "ewwwwwww", eloquently zoning out my boss when he rolls his eyes in the back of his head and elevates two feet off the ground after I've made a mistake that, in reality, isn't worth the strain he puts on his blood pressure, and congratulating myself every day that I've landed my dream job, I, Karin Murphy, finally feel that I have earned the prestigious award of Master Cubicle Dweller and shall display it proudly in an area where I can use tape and not push-pins, as ordered by office services, in an effort to not damage the only wall I have left to call my own.