Writing your own farewell email from your boss to the rest of the floor feels like writing your own obituary.
“Landslide,” Fleetwood Mac; Fleetwood Mac, 1975.
I was so worried that that was how he felt. Oh Fassbender. The Oscars are the increasingly senile upper-class snobs of an industry.
I’m at work and I’d like to not have the Fassbender/Knightley spanking scene be on my Dashboard every five seconds.