At work, I got along so well with a bunch of guys that they proclaim themselves to be my brothers. It all stemmed from from the years of working together and shopping for DVDs on our weekly working trips to the JB factories.
The 3 of them have moved out to a different business unit, but we are still occupying the same office complex. Thus tea breaks are always hilarious times where we trade insults and gossips, and a bewildering time for anyone not familiar with the trio.
Gosh, I love them, my bitchy brothers.
They bring levity into my monotonous, dreary working hours, and much needed pointers on my career directions.
Thanks, bros.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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