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Oh, internet, I am having A Day.

I actually wrote a whole post about all of the things going wrong, and then I looked at it and thought, welp, this is whiny. So I am just leaving this last part, because it is at least sort of amusing.

-My firm actually hired a cute guy for once! This never ever happens, and I met him Monday, and he is both hilarious and excellent looking--think Dileep Rao in Inception, but skinnier and with shorter hair (same heart-stopping smile, though, hnnnnnng forever). He is adorkable in exactly the way I like, and it's been awhile since I've felt this kind of WHOA HEY OH MAN FJDSFHJDSKF attraction for someone, so, you know, hooray.

Problem: today I found out where his desk is. To get there, you must: go down a hallway, go down another hallway, go down a third hallway, turn into a fourth mini hallway, open a door, turn a corner, open another door and turn another corner. HOW DO YOU CASUALLY STOP BY SOMEONE'S DESK WHEN GETTING THERE MIGHT AS WELL INVOLVE SLAYING THE NEMEAN LION, YOU GUYS? I mean, seriously, I feel like I should don a sword and go on a quest for him, this is ridiculous.

It's a stupid problem, but come on, universe, make it a little easier on me, huh? Everyone else in my office is married, over the age of 50, or a gigantic asswipe, PLEASE JUST SLOW-PITCH ME THIS ONE.

IN CONCLUSION, HERE IS SCOTTY CAAN LOOKING NOTHING LIKE A WAITER TO IMPROVE YOUR DAYS, WHICH I HOPE ARE GOING BETTER THAN MINE:



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