Here’s another one for the ‘my colleagues were obviously raised by wolves file.’ I get it, my desk is the closest one to the kitchen but does that give you the right to ‘shop’ for supplies whenever you want to buy something from the office snack shop and see that there is no pen beside the IOU sheet? Not only did you swipe my favourite pen, twice, but you also helped yourself to all of my hand sanitizer (the grapefruit-smelling one, not the yucky alcohol-smelling one.) Karma is a bitch and if I smell grapefruit on your paws or see you with my much adored pen behind your ear, your ass is grass.
Welcome to the J spot. This is a blog about Montréal and my crazy interpretation of the strange events going on around me. I can be a little rough around the edges and you may not always agree with me but hey, I'm always rocking great heels and I may even share some of my red wine with you if you'll hear me out.
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vigilante justice.
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