So I tried the whole "put-the-support-stockings-on-first-thing-in-the-morning" thing today and maintained my sanity for a full two hours before I ripped them off in a fit of pissed-off crankiness. THAT'S IT! There's no way you're getting me back in those things...and without my cooperation you'll never get me in there (unless I've been drugged unconscious). Screw it, I'll go to whatever lengths necessary to keep from having to wear those instruments of torture. So I have to work from home (or indeed cannot ever leave my house)? Fine, whatever.
I don't think G'll miss 'em, either...their ugliness or my ugly attitude whenever they were torturîng me...
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