Beata: Let’s get everyone drunk and see what happens.
Me: I’m high-key freaking out.
Kaili: Well, we don’t low-key anything so..
Kevin: Well, he’s too preoccupied learning how to use Outlook. So in a way, we’re okay. But in a way, we’re not okay. Because he’s our manager.
Kaili: You just look like you have something suspicious up your sleeve.
Me: No, that’s just my face.
Sinyi: It’s fine.
Sinyi: IT’S FINE! It’s fine.
Me: She said, convincingly.
Becca: Yo, everything about his profile screams yellow fever.
Sanila: I feel like he masturbates to Hello Kitty.
Sabrina: (glumly) Yeah, I think he likes me.
Kaili: He’s so even-keeled.
Us: (looks at each other)
Kaili: I’m probably gonna fuck that up.
Isaac: Kale. Toilet paper for your insides.
(reads cover of Bloomberg Businessweek)
Brittany: Oh yeah, I guess it has been 10 years since the meltdown.
Me: But only one week since mine!
Both: (high five)
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