|Here is the offending pump at my sad closet station in|
my office. I pump right next to a box of Mini-Moos Dairy
Creamers. Hilarious or even more depressing?
I'd smash it with the biggest sledgehammer I could find. Then, I'd demolish each and every one of the smaller pieces with a regular hammer. Next, I'd gather all the tiny bits and plastic dust up into a pile and set it I'm fire, melting it into a big ugly ball of hurt and guilt and annoyance and anxiety and embarrassment. Then, I'd grab that ball, get a flight to NYC, take a cab to the Empire State building and chuck it over the fence.
Then, and only then, maybe I'd feel a *little* bit better.
(Want to hear more hilarious hatred towards my pump?
Check out my guest blog post: My Glamorous Life as an Architect.)
UPDATE: Because my life could only get my ridiculous, about two hours after writing this, my coworker walked in on me in said closet. FML.
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