coffee

coffee On my morning commute, I spilled coffee on my shoulder. In the office, I had to sequester myself in the private bathroom and wash my shirt and bra. I am sitting in a wet bra as I write this. Hooray! What is wrong with me? How did your day start? To me, this reiterates that I can never get a job in banking. My shirt still smells like coffee. Ewwwwww.

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