On the building tour today, I had to stop myself from touching some of the wood paneling. The place is so nice. I wanted like, like, rub my face on it. A total class act. I'm not sure I am prepared to work some place so nice. I kept wondering to myself if I was in the right place and why I was there. Don't be surprised if I try to lock myself in one of the drawers in my wooden desk tomorrow.
Somehow I am not fully comfortable in the world of wood paneling and expense accounts.
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