So it’s Thanksgiving Eve, and they let everyone go home early!

Except of course, me. Not because I’m essential, mind you, but simply because I’ve caused trouble with the higher ups before, so this is either their way of getting back at me, or it’s because they presume because I’m youngish and single I obviously don’t have a life or a place to get to, so why would I need to leave early?

Really dudes? Place is a ghost town, there’s no work to be done, but hey, let’s keep me here till the dead of night! Awesome.

Like I needed more frigging reminders that this time of year always without fail turns me into a virginal orphan, real life Robert Neville, and gee don’t even say Happy Thanksgiving when y’all leave either. Suckfaces.

Crap I just get sick and tired of these boinky boink brains and their junior high school “let’s all be petty because lil’ old Linc here dared to defy us, and God only knows we need to salvage whatever’s left of our shriveled up nuts” mentality.

Yeah, I admit it, they got under my skin. God I hate being alone.

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