Sunday, March 11
I got Scissors!
One of the most annoying things at my last job was not being able to own a pair of Scissors. You see, Carlos would take any pair of scissors he found and use them to scratch his body. His armpits, chest, arms, neck, head, etc. As a result, you didn't really want to touch any scissors at the office. As a result, you had to carry a pocket knife or something along those lines if you needed to cut stuff on a regular basis.
This week I got new scissors at my new job, and I'm no longer afraid of what my co-wokers will do with them.

This week I got new scissors at my new job, and I'm no longer afraid of what my co-wokers will do with them.

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