The facilities are wonderful, much better than my previous office's
(wooden doors for the stalls?!?!?! FUCK YYEEEEEEEEW, high school guidance counselor! I've made it!!) But there's almost always a full fucking house, no matter which floor I go to. Wtf? Maybe it's the huge salad bar in the cafeteria downstairs, all that roughage. Cleaning dudes the fuck out, I reckon.
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